Chapter Five
The Chief and the Assistant
“There’s more to saving this planet than making friends with every worker you pass.” —Pope
DBO followed Vegas . . .
Vegas decided to make a detour to the kitchen and, hopefully, the library, where the drills were kept.
The chief, rolling pastry, was in full flow; the library was having a stock check and she was the last to know. She talked of misplaced recipe books and their so-called new system as her assistant, trying to trap a zigzagging mechanical mouse with jam jar, swore with every pickle she could think of.
“I mean what’s wrong with the old faithful Dewey system?” said the chief. “Good enough for those Earth morons . . .”
“Come here, you great pickling curd!” shouted the assistant.
The chief told her there were visitors and chores, bu
