55
NSA Command Center
“Finally,” Knuckles said as an internal NSA courier handed him a sealed manila envelope.
As the man walked off, Cade slid his chair over. “Your subscription to Boy’s Life finally come in?”
“Very funny.”
“National Geographic Kids? No? Ooo, wait, it’s that correspondence course you ordered called How to Talk to Girls?”
Knuckles just stared at him. “This coming from a guy who hasn’t had a date in a year.”
Cade propped his feet onto Knuckles’ desk. “At least I had a girlfriend.” They both looked to the other side of the wide space at Jana who was busy on her laptop and stared at the beautiful woman.
Knuckles said, “At least I don’t try to pick up chicks at a Trekkie convention.”
Cade capitulated. “Okay, we could do this all day. Is that the results from the lab?”
