Inately Wrong Filled With Inately Good Essay, Research Paper

A struggle of survival of the inocent or a survival of the wanted? Caught between the two, the book Of Mice and Men takes a look at problem that may not only have happened, but still happens this day. In the story, George and Lennie face problems of survival, but each with problems of their own that lead to an ending of sadness. Lennie, a man that faces the struggle of living with mental defisciency, has a larger problem with security and searches for anything to be his “security blanket” that most people give up at a young age. George faces the problem of not so much needing comany wherever he goes, but rather needing someone who needs him. Little did George know that Lennie would be not only be to large of a needing person, but also the person that’s life would proove humans to be inately wrong with will inately good as George is.

First, a look at what Lennie did is needed. Lennie appears to be a very insecure person. His habbit of petting animals is obviously not just a habbit, but rather a cry for comfort. Unfortunately, for the animals sake, they did not live past maybe five simple strokes. Lennie did not in any way know that it was his fault that they died. To accuse him of killing them animals out of plain brutality would be insane. The mouse he found in the very begging of the book was too brital for his strength in his fingers. What could be so wrong about having stong figures from the sweat he gave just to please George? Lennie simply followed what George asked him to which was work very hard on farms to earn a bit of a living. Lennie, of course, also collected quite a bit of muscles. This is what really did the wrong.

comming back to what Lennie did that was so bad, can they be justified? For instance, the time when he grabbed the waitresses dress because of the softness. It can easily be said that the girl didn’t know what Lennies problem was and so cried rape, but the same thing can be said about lennie. Lennie had no idea what her problem was either. This didn’t make him bad right? Then isn’t that the same as when Lennie didn’t let go of Curly’s wife’s hair. Before any one person can accuse Lennie, especially in an age right now where actions by the mentally dificiant are understood to be like a childrens minds in actions, they must consider all views of the situation, not just the view of the vicum before claim someone good of evil.

Moving over to George, the obviously wrong commiter claiming to be the victom. How could he even think of being a victom after trying to protect Lennie from getting what he deserved for creating all these crimes he obviously had one-hundred percent did on purpose! Yeah right … George’s simple intentions were to help not only a man despirately in need and in pain from the troubles of life. And most importantly he wished only to protect his friend. George’s compations should be looked at as something this world needs more of. If George is so guilty then what of? Guilty of getting Lennie out of trouble that he didn’t mean to cause? For instance, when he threw that mouse that Lennie had killed into the bushes to keep try to halp Lennie understand that he can’t be petting mice no matter how soft they are because they can bite. George also got him out of towns because of different things that Lennie. George new that Lennie didn’t know better, but George, out of the decency of human kind, took him under his wing. This all leading to what could make George shoot Lennie? What, it was fun for him? He wanted to? If that’s the case then may this paper never be read by someone who thinks so cause that person might get to understand why George did it.

George thought of Lennie as a son. The amount of compasion for Lennie was shown numberous times throughout the book. But the main one to focus on is the shooting of Lennie. George understood that Lennie killed Curley’s Wife only because when she yelled for him to let go he held on tighter because he didn’t wanna loose that comfort. But, the perople didn’t now know this. With virtually a whole town wanting to kill Lennie, and how they wanted to do it, George felt as if Lennie did not deserve that, but rather a death that Lennie understood, a death only George could offer. Georges compasion for the distraught Lennie is what helped him pull that trigger that ended Lennie’s torture. If that was anylized today that would be not only justfied, but soluted. So that brings back up if man is inately good or evil.

So Lennie is not wrong in his doings when taken a more in depth look at what made his wrongs occure in the first place. What does that say about humans? It says simply that life in itself could only be wrong. But, is there really a direction for so many figers to point? For this, look towards George. George only did good. Helped out the needy, a Robin Hood of the “modern world.” If anyone plans to point fingers just try to picture two lines of people with their arms and index finger extended to the fullest degree at everyone but themselve’s. Notice, though, that they are all pointing at their friends because after all, all the inately wrong are filled with inately good.

A parade of laughter came over the audience in result of the particularly odd dance taking place on the stage of the world renound amphatheatre. Coleby, who is now on vacation, though he never left Gregery City, is being accompanied by his good friend whos date never showed.

A man dressed in a suit now covered from head to toe in stains and a few expanding slits, running for his life, entered Sydney street gasping for air and burned from exhoustion. He stoped just short of an allyway and turned to scout the area with his eyes. Sudden relief flushed through his face as he wiped his forhead in a sigh. He began to pace in the direction of the allyway to check to see if his reliefe didn’t come too soon when a women, long and with seductive beuty, bloomed from the allyway. The man paused in terror until four thugs emerged from the shadows of her tracks. Unaware of the semi approaching Sydney Street, the man backed up and dashed for the entrance of the amphatheatre located on the other side of the wet pavement. A screech of trmendous tires suddenly waled from behind him and in a matter of moments he was catipulted to the other end of the dank street, landing in a puddle of dranage from a severed drane pipe on a building.

A screech of tires along with a foghornish wale took all attention outside of the theatre. The curtains quickly, as if hiding the actors from the catastraphy, swept to a closed position, though not before Coleby could notice a women daching accross the stage. Dismising the girl as a worried actress, as if trying to avoid the issue, he stood and started to walk towards the door. “I’m not waisting my break with this. I’m sure the police can handle this one.” he sayed without remorse. A women in her early 20’s withdrew from her seat and remarked in concern while placing her hand on his chest, “perhaps we can take a quick look before we leave. Could have involved our friend who never showed this evening.” Coleby could see her worried expression, like a little girl wanting to know what happened to mommy standing there with wet eyes biting her lower lip.

“He called us earlyer, remember?” he reminded the lady now fidgeting with a package she had brought for the no-show man, “remember?” he farced the question.

“He still may have come late. He did say it was because of his work. He perhaps found someone to finish for him?” she examined in hi hopes. She seemed to have forgotten one major detail that would shoot that idea far out of the water.

“He is self employed!” He couldn’t but wonder why she was so worried. What was it that was twisting her insides so much?

“Okay okay,” she admits in hesitation, “but it won’t hurt to look.” Coleby couldn’t argue that one. After all he too had a bit of curiosity of who it was, and if it was the no-show man of the spoiled evening, why it was. Plus it was very obvious that her determination would not allow him any other choice. To make the atmasphere perhaps a little lighter, he grasped her in the standard dance position.

“Shall we just waltze on out there?” He smirked.

“It would be my pleasure” she responded with delight. Allas she won the argument, once again. Coleby really couldn’t hold up his own arguments, at least that’s what he had her thinking. They made their way through the crazed crowd and exited the structure towards the direction the piercing noise came from. The camotion of the crowd grew as the word got passed back that a man was hit and laying on the pavement bleeding to death. When word got to Colby and the girl, Coleby couldn’t help but wonder, if he got there soon enough, if he could help the man and get some answers to why he had decided to take away from his vacation. Colby couldn’t stop thinking about his vacation. As arogent as that may sound, he did not relize the seriousness of the matter.

He had finally made it to the scene when the the destressed damsle on his arms ran in tears to the body laying in the water fall of dirty dranage from the rusted pipes along the edge of one of the buildings. He slowly approched while looking around to see if there was anyone that could have seen the accident. He noticed hardly anything out of the ordinary but began to take note. The women cried out for Coleby, and so he started towards her and the man while pulling out a hand-held recorder from his trenchcoat pocket.

“Todays date is November 16th, 1999. The time is now 8:20 pm. I am standing on sydney Street where an accident has taken place. Wether or not it was an accident has yet to be justified. I was inside the Amphatheatre located along Sydney Street when a screeching noise from a semie truck took all attention away from the show. I came out to take a look around when I discovered a man laying in a twisted, unnatural position on the ground. It looks as if the semie impaled the man from behind which had to of resulted in many broken bones and a few compound fractures with the looks of these tire markings. Why it happened, or how, is not known at this time. His skull looks to be concaved by the impact so much as to be revealing bone. Oh man, his arm is not only dislocated, but seems to be hanging close by only his jacket and perhaps a few strands of muscle and fat. I would go into further detail except for that I cannot bare to look any longer. I must get the girl here and the crowed calmed down. I will scout out the area as soon as I take care of them.” he clicks the recoreder off.

Colbey walked over to the women, now shatered, to give some form of comfert.

“you need to go inside, I will finish this up and be with you soon.” He walked her over to the entrance of a nearby hotel and left her there as he took a quick look around the scene. To his left was the amphetheatre and along the right was the side of the hotel and a back allyway leading somewhere unknown. “It will be investigated by the cops as soon as they arrive,” he decided. Pulling out his recording device, he contenues to anylize the scene.

“To my left is the Amphetheatre where the crowd I was able to calm still remain. I took the girl to the hotel entrance and she is standing in horror of what just took place.” Colbey also felt the horror and the chill of the sounds of a basic busy city car noise and water runoff drops surrounding him, but contenued on. “Along the side of the wall there is nothing unusual except only an entrance to the theatre marked ‘employees only’. Not too odd since it is a theatre. It is used for stage hands and performers without a doubt.” Coleby paused to notice a material of some sort hanging from a shred of metal just below the door handle. Coleby took note of this along with the desciption, “… red, leather, reflective material, and smells of a perfume … Leathal Orchid …” Leathal Orchid? Colbey had never thought of a women actually wearing the stuff. It was strangly appealing to men, but to women, they thought it smelt worse than a gallon of sea water. Noticing there not being much more on that side of the street he contenued on to the other side of the street. More interested in the allyway where some footprint markings remained in the muck that formed along the sidewalk, Coleby briefly described the road and the biulding. He noticed, upon closer examination, that the foot prints were that of four idividuals. One set of tracks within the two square meter patch of sludge was that of a hiking boot pattern. It was around a size 14 wide and matched two other tracks. They were distinct by a number located towards the front of the each footprint “… 13, 27, and 101.” The fourth track was diferent in every way. It was that of a womens high heal. The back tip was so thin, and without traction, that Coleby couldn’t even imagine what they could have looked like, or how the women who wore them could have even walked. The toe was also very small, but had a enough traction to possibly confisate for the heal. “… three men and a women were here. What they wanted with the man, could not be told, yet. “I will have the footprints anylized and I will go from there.”

Agent Coleby turned the recorder off and pocketed it. He turned to see the police arrive and without hesitation gave them all instructions to do the collectimg of the data and have it sent back to him ASAP. He then headed for the women in the hotel almost glued to the window in tears. She held, with her, the package cradled in her arms that were covered by velvet gloves up to her elbows that she had made to go with her dress. Her tears were being soaked up by the fir she had wrapped around her neck. Coleby couldn’t help thinking about how much he dreded the material, but how well it went with her knee length tight dress of also velvet in a plum shade of violet. He entered the hotel and put his hand on her shoulder.

“Will he be alright?” she question, although she more than knew the answer.

“I’m affraid not. It looks as if his brain has sustained too much damage. Even if he were to stay alive, he would only be a vegitable in a bed until his body gives way.” She went into tears despite the obvious trueth and asked to be escorted home. Coleby could not refuse.

He pulled up to a house with green trimings and wished the lady a good nights sleep after walking her to the eligant oak door at the head of the porch. The lights were on inside the house and a TV was on a re-run of “I love Lucy.” It could be heard through the windows and seen through a small crack in the curtains.

“Is someone staying with you?” he assumed with a smile.

“Oh now agent, I’m not that naughty. My brother flew over from Japan. He will be staying with me for a few weeks, that’s all.” she giggled

“Is Amarica really so wonderfull as to bring you family over?” he raised his eyebrow.

“He thinks so, at least. I keep telling him that you may have freedom, but you still have all the killing. He just keeps telling me it’s better then home. Right now I really don’t agree.” she grasped the door and began to slowly turn the handle.

“Well, I do hope that you can get some good rest. Take a few days of work. I’m sure Gregery City can handle not seeing your pretty face telling them when to expect storms for a few days.” He grins and give her a small peck on the cheek. “You have yourself a goodnight.” He turned and went to get into his car.

“You’re a good friend Mathew. I want you to know how thankfull I am.” The women insists.

“Only cause you let me, Yang.” He opened his Mercades door and headed home.

The next day Coleby woke up early and headed down to the station in hopes of some answers. Upon his arival he was greated with a few answers; Specialist Derek Freedman had just what Coleby wanted, a lead.

“I’m affraid the foot prints weren’t needed to find out much, accept to determine the relationship between the material on the door and one of the suspects.”

“That’s not needed?” Coleby grunts

“Okay, so it was, but, here is what I have. The material on the door was a leather from a suit known as the ‘Armor.’ This suit is a one peice body suit that is duribal to most knifes and what not. A lot of clans love this suit for good protection. Unfortunately it is only designed for women, but not for comfort. The shoes that are connected to it are high heels that leave a mark no different from that left in the sludge.”

“What is the heel made of?” Coleby just had to know.

“It is made of steel and that is the uncomfterble part.” Derek explained.

“Would go for some good protectiong eh?” Coleby laughes

“or weapon!” Derek explains with seriousness. “Due to the formation, it acts like a knife and can penitrate through most materials I know of, clothes have no chance!”

“So, you said a lead. I mean, I could have said it was a girl who led it, but, who?” Coleby feels Derek is leading no-where usefull.

“Ah, the lead.” Derek grins. “There was a finger print on the material. The person it leads to could have in no way been the suspect, but it could very well become obvious who is.”

“What do you mean? Who is it?”

“Samantha.”

“Samantha?” Coleby questions.

“Samantha,” commands from behind coleby, a voice very well recognized. Coleby turns to see a man about 6′ 2″ with a black mustach and dressed to arrest.

“Liutenent Johnson. You know something about this Samantha women?” Coleby asked wondering how Johnson could possibly know something of her when Coleby hadn’t a clue.

“Yes, Samantha. A women in deed. A sweet Angelic little girl in the 5th grade. I have watched her throughout the years of schooling. She is a very outgoing sweet girl. I have seen her in my visits to the Elementry school when I gave lectures. She always seemed to hang onto every word. What a doll.” he chuckles in delight.

“So how does this girl relate?” Coleby insists in question although not meaning to interupt the man lost in an obvious deamy like state over the girl. Must think of her as a daughter or something.

“Her mother. I never met her mother. It had never occured to me till recently.”

“What occured?”

“Samantha never talked of her mother. What biusness did I have in it I thought, but now maybe I should have asked. We believe that the suit was that of her mothers.”

“So are you proposing I go find this little girls mother?”

“I’m proposing you go find her mother, question her, and not let Samantha know. Don’t even mention it to her. I would hate to see her hurt.” the Luitenent insisted almost in a fathering way. He’s lost it for sure, thought Coleby.

“I will do so on Friday. Where should I find her Derek?” Coleby turned to Derek who was engrosed in a computer game.

“DEREK!” the liutenent hollored.

“YES SIR!” Derek stood erect.

“Thank you sir. not to much of an attention span?” Coleby murmered to the liutenent.

“just plain stupid, but good at what he does.” the liustenent responds with a serious expresion but an abvious joke.

“Derek, where can I find Samantha?” Coleby asks the man still oddly standing at attention.

“I have already arranged a meeting between you and her at the school. She is alloud to leave the school for two hours in your care. I had to pull a few strings to do that, so be thankfull.” he explains.

“There is a museum opening tomarrow with this rare amber with and small dinosaur in it. Frozen in time, she might like to see it.” Coleby Decides.

“Ooo, I heard about that. Wroth over 1.8 Billion Dollors. It’s on tour I believe.” Derek elaborates. “Going to be a lot of people there so watch your mouth.” he laughs.

“Well thanks a lot for your help. I will report back as soon as I’m done with my little visitation. Coleby embarks upon the exiting door but not before Trisha, the secretary, adds “oh Coleby, how was your vacation?” Coleby stopped dead in his tracks only to hear the other two joining in on the pun.

“was great! I see your face lift is wearing off …” Coleby couldn’t help counterattacking. Trisha imediately breaks out a mirror and begins to examine her face and notices a wrinkle under her eye. Not that Trisha actually had one, but Coleby thought it was safe to assume she would soon, now. Coleby exited the building.

“I was told that I could find Samantha here” Coleby addressed the principle.

“Ah yes, Samantha! What a bright girl” the principle, Sheldan, Spoke with delight. “That girl is the pride of our school, or at least I believe one day she will be. What a sweet little girl.” she added.

“So I have heard!” Coleby smirked.

“You can find her in room 12 of pod 3. It is down two hallways to your left and just past the wall of edjucation award plaques. I do hope you have no problem finding it.” Mrs. Sheldon spoke with concern under a hint of laughter. “Last year Samantha gave a speech so good for her grade that it earned out school one of many honors perminantly placed on that wall. Maybe you can look along the way?” she seems to be asking him if he would as if to be hinting how not only proud, but slightly overwhemingly pridefull. This only helped Coleby decide to head for the room but not before asking “what is the teachers name? It would be putting me in a slightly odd position to not even know the teachers name when I arrive, now wouldn’t it?” The agent gestured although a bit on the monotone side. This only brought some bit of uncomfterbleness to the principle. She glanced at him and immediatly spoke out “you must have her back within two hours” in concern. Of course she would really hate to loose her prise student now wouldn’t she? Coleby only nodded his head to slightly tease the old women in casual clothing and a sour grin at all times. The womens sour grin now turned to a sour grunt; “I’ll walk you there, just to be on the safe side. Not that I don’t trust you … ” Coleby knew what came next, but he did want to leave that impression as his trademark of discusions with people he hadn’t known, “… but I wanna make sure the teacher doesn’t feel alarmed, nor the children.”

They both headed down the hallway and the principle nodded and smiled to all the teachers and adorable children standing oh so erect as her presence became known in the hallway. It was sudden that each child suddenly had a purpose for being out there, even if they were only trying to not look as if they were staying out of class without a hall pass. Allas they reached the room. The door had a pink and orange border around it made of cardbored like that of which you would see on the tackboards throughout the hallway and on each wall of the pods. Decorations ranging from Turkey handprints to scribbled ABC’s along the three windows peering into each room. As they entered Coleby could hear the sudden silence come throughout the room as Samantha was called to the front. Coleby waited in sudden curiosity of the girl he was told so much about. In the center of the classroom where the grouped table labeled “Blue,” sat five students starring emencly into the Agents eyes. Amoung them was a black haired kid of Asian ethency who had these eyes of almost terror in the man Coleby who stood erect but had a smile that was shadowed by his trenchcoat and rather large hands. Coleby noticed someone sitting next to him. The student took his attention only because it was the only one not digging into his eyes because of his presence. The principle hailed out “Samantha” one last time and the shimmering long red fleece of hair swirrled around like a curtain that had revieled two righnstones of an emencly bright green along with round convex cheeks with a smooth liquid tan tone. the girl rose up out of her seat still holding her pencil as if she was still writing and responded “yes Mrs. Sheldon?” The principles lips touched her ears as she spoke to her in a fuzzy voice, “you need to go along with Agent Coleby here …” the girl interupts “I’m not in trouble am I???” the principle does not pause and simply changes her sentance mid way.

“He is only going to take you on a personal tour of a museum so that you can learn a little more about Dinosours. You know how you love ‘em!” Sheldon explains.

“The girl puts all her papers and colored pencils back into her desk while the teacher grabs the attention of the class and begins to carry on as if the man and her no longer existed. The principle still followed the two out to the car just to still ‘be on the safe side.’ Coleby, after numberous attempts to get her to keep her mouth at ease, just decides to start the car and leave abruptly while she still rambled in the parking lot to the moving re blaze. Coleby couldn’t help but laugh on the inside to the old women as he watched her dispears while still waving her arms and yelling as they left the parkinglot and headed to the museum. At this point Coleby felt it to be time to “get to know eachother” a little better.

“So, where is your mom?” Coleby asked. It must have been a bit to soon to ask a question of that nature since the firl only starred out the window watching the orange and yellow trees swiftly pass by. Coleby clinched the steering wheel and had a lost expression on his face as he idled at a stop light.

“That was a bit too soon for you?” he asked, as if he didn’t know the question.

“What kind of dinosaurs will be at the museum?” the girl oddly broke silence.

“so you’re not as mute as you pretend to be …” he remarked, but only sent her staring at the passing buildings and delux appartment complexes.

“So, Samantha, do you wanna see a real dinosaur?” Coleby smiled as the girl grew with sudden excitement.

“A real Dinosaur?” she exclaimed in question.

“yup! Frozen in time just for you.” he glanced at her.

“is it a carnivorus one?” she sent sudden surprise to the agent.

“you already know what that means? Boy, you are smart! That took me till my freshman year in highschool to get down.” he chuckled.

“you’re not the brightest are you mister?” the girl looked up to him. Coleby replied with a “yes” and contenued the conversation. They had just begun to really get to enjoy eachother when they arrived at the museum. By this time Coleby had found out a few leads on her mother. The girl talked of her mother having those same glittering eyes and lushios red hair. She also mentioned her mother being tall, but at 3′ 6″ anything could seem tall. Coleby took down a few of these notes on a pamplet he kept in his coat after he had turned off the car. They both stepped out and began to walk towards the building.

“My father took me to this museum when I was younger” Coleby informed the girl like a father would to his child.

“My mommy always told me that this place was too grown up and boring for me. I don’t know what she could have thought with there being dinosours in here!” Samantha pointed up towards the a statue of a dinosour just above the entrance. As they approached the museum a loud scream came from inside the main office area. A woman running with with a a baby in her arms was crying out “help! Help! There are a bunch people in there wrecking the place and hurting some of the people!” Coleby ran to the distraught women and tried to calm her. He asked her about what was going on inside but midway through the descriptions, the noises heard through the doorways came fluding through the lounge and quickly was located outside. almost everyone who was inside the building were all now frantically yelling for help out in the parking lot. Samantha was not crying nor did she seemed frightened. Samantha tugged on Coleby’s trenchcoat and told him to go inside to help. Coleby already planned on it but was trying to figure out what to do with Samantha since he couldn’t endanger her. A Gaurd was outside helping to control the crowd outside.

“Why don’t you stay with the police officer over there. Tell him that I sent you over there and that I am inside investigating” Coleby nudged the girl in his direction. Samantha said ok and went to police officer while Coleby headed for the door. When he reached the doorway he was astonished to see the museum in shambles. Bones and wires were dangling from the ceiling and the ground was covered with glass, display pieces, and other various materials. The place, though, had no sign of life. He had his gun in his hand at this point and slowly walked down the main stretch or smashed displays. He could still smell the presence of crime in the room. Every step he took came with a loud crunch that couldn’t be avoided and this made him very uneasy. He could hear a beep comming from the main attraction display where the egg that he orgionally came to view no longer was present. He quickly paced towards it but before he reached it he sensed movement from the corner of his eye. He turned quickly and yelled “stop where you are!”

He turned only in time to see a figure in black shooting up towards a crack in the cieling. He aimed his gun at the cord whisking the figure away but was shocked to see it was someone in that one piece outfit. It was the girl, the one he was looking. He yelled “hey” in the confusion of it all. But before he could even come back to grips with the trigger the woman was gone. He thought about it for a moment until he realized the beep was still present amoung the spraying and breaking noises ceomming from all around him. He turn to locate it and ran to the display. Searching in the direction of the high pitched beep he wedged his hands in the cracks of the podium that supposted the broken display case of the egg. Before he could open it all the way he realized what it was and ran as fast as he could to the closest exit.

He ran down the ally but stopped when he noticed the same woman about to leap from the museum rooftop to the appartment building located next to it. Although he wanted that second chance to get her he had to get the civilians and Samantha away from the building as quick as possible. He reached the front of the building and yelled out “everyone run to the park over there as fast as possible. A bomb is about to go off so as soon as you get ther duck down and cover your head!” Everyone ran frantically to the park. Some lagged behind crying out “Where’s my son” or daughter. They quickly were reunited with them due to all the police on site. The bomb squad arived but only moments bofore the building was imploded. Some pieces, however, went soaring through the air but no pedestrians were hurt.

He quickly located Samantha and told her he would meet with her again tomorrow and make up for this set-back. He returned her to the school and was greated by the principal upon arrival.

“Samantha! I was worried sick about you! I heard about the museum and almost started crying” the worried sick Principal Sheldon cried out while giving the girl a hug while standing due to her waering a knee length blue with white pin striped skirt.

“Samantha is alright. Police got there right away and took care of her. I feel horrible it happened” Coleby spoke to Mrs. Sheldon.

“Samantha, dear, your aunt is inside waiting for you. Would you be a sweetie and go great her. She is, for sure, more worried then I showed.” Principal Sheldon put her hand behind the girls back and gently scooted her towards the entrance of the school. Samantha headed for the door and struggled with the handicap door to get inside. Samantha reached over and pushed the large square button and waved to Agent coleby with a smile and said “Bye Agent Coleby! I had fun!” and smiled as she disapeared into the office.

“You’re right Mrs. Sheldon. The Samantha sure does have a gleeming personalility.”

“She is a sweet girl” the principle said with a grin that quickly transformed into a straight monotonous position.

“If I can’t trust Samantha with you then how are you to get the information you need sir?” She remarked. “Mark my words, if she is harmed I will have you fired quicker then the blink of your eyes” she started for the school entrance.

“Mrs. Sheldon, I am a profecional. The first responsibility between me and anyone I am around is their safety over mine” he replied

“I do hope it stays that way” she grumbled and then contenued with a traned on-demand grin, “tomorrow at 2:30 she will be waiting here for you. I am sure her aunt won’t have much a of a problem with this.”

“I wanted to ask you first, why is her aunt picking her up anyway?” Coleby was more curious of the mother than the aunt.

“Her aunt picks her up and takes her to her mothers every day afterschool. Samantha says that her mothers job is round the clock so it is best for her to be with her aunt in case she isn’t home” the principal paused for a moment lost in her thoughts, then said passionately “bless that child, she is so bright but comes from an odd family.” Family in deed! All that principal wanted was a good reputation with the school board. Coleby knew this, but didn’t mind since he still got what he needed.

“Tomorrow at five then. I’ll be on my way.”

“Yes, do have a good rest of an eve’ Agent Coleby!” She turned towards the school and went inside. Coleby could just hear her high pitched “oh, what a dear” that any pathetic principal would say to any of her most prized students, once she got inside and in front of her aunt. Anyhow, Coleby steped into his car and headed for the station. He just couldn’t wait to go write his report, another report he didn’t ask for.

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