It isn't true. It wasn't him. I'm not listening.
Now, now, now, Helice. It will be OK. Get a hold of yourself. Obviously we have a conundrum here but it isn't anything we can't solve if we put our heads together.
We didn't have much time to talk, as he was catching a train to somewhere in upstate New York for reasons which he told me but seem obscure.
Obscure, huh? That does sound like the Hyman Hayden I know. Always a little obscure about this and that. Still, it would be nice to know precisely
where in upstate New York he was heading. Perhaps we could put daSpook on the problem, knowing how experienced he is at tracking people. Or tailing them. Or something. Speaking of whom...
I beg your pardon! I do not need YOU to tell ME how I should be acting. Just because you are such an insuffereable suck-up to Hayden you think you can order everyone else around.
I'll graciously overlook your obvious envy of my close association with Hyman Hayden IF you think you can be of any practical use in this matter. Besides trailing after you-know-who like a lovesick puppy.
By the way, I trust you haven't lost that Pulse-Projection® Defensive Perimeter Field Generator prototype you were given by the R&D Division. That
was the only example of it. Remember? You haven't lost it have you? We may need that in down the road if this mystery surrounding Hyman Hayden is more than just an individual case of aberrant thought process.
As always, be careful. Be very careful. Trust no one.
I remain the one, the only,
Ray