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A.R.Yngve
PARRY'S PROTOCOL
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Chapter 28
WESTMOREHAM INSTITUTE
OCTOBER 7
"You're disappointing me, Doc!"
There was a flatness about Parry's voice in the echo-free special room, but it was still loud and piercing. Abram almost looked hurt, as he stood by the other side and held Part 2 of his report for Parry to read.
"Now be reasonable, Parry. I only used those parts of your suggestions that really were of importance. If you, on the other hand, feel that I'm trying to take the credit for your ideas, I can understand..."
"To hell with the credit!" Parry shouted, spraying spittle on the greasy plexiglass. "That you would take the credit for my work was part of our deal," he continued in a lower tone, pressing his palms to the barrier. "Can't you see? Your boss was only pretending to praise the idea of splitting the Balkans into East and West zones. That was a stupid idea in typical Cold War style, which I added to test your attention.
"So if you're not lying about what your boss said, then he's trying to hide... his real interest in the Mecca Doctrine. Aren't you wondering why he's doing that?"
Joyce the cat cowered by the locked door, meowing anxiously. Parry turned around, and went and picked it up. Abram lowered his arms and walked over to the air vent to open it.