CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Agent Charlie Camel, agent of the Department of Extraterrestrial Affairs, nervously rubbed his hands together under the table. Beside him, Agent Rodney Jake sat with his characteristic silence, though Camel knew Jake well enough to know that he was almost as nervous as him, maybe even more so. Whereas Camel had the tendency to babble or fidget when he got nervous, Jake just became even more silent and withdrawn until he looked more like a stone statue than a human being. Camel sometimes wondered whether it was better to babble or keep your mouth shut whenever you got nervous, because if he’d had a choice, he would have gone silent like Jake, if only because Jake seemed to get in a lot less trouble than him.
Not that it mattered now. Camel had spent the better part of a
