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The horizon
trap - 
Darius looked up at the screen and then
to the assembled team, nodding to Igor again.
"Here is England, and here we are," Igor began, symbols on
the screen indicating the things he talked about. "The distance
between these two points, some three thousand seven hundred miles is
about to be reduced to zero."
"Not actually, of course," Darius grinned. "Some of you,"
he said, and Kim felt his eyes lingering on hers for a second, "have
asked why, , ,
The horizon
trap - 
She had spent what felt like hours last
night trying to see the things that Finley had said he'd seen, but for
her there was nothing but green clouds. "But you said-"
Scott placed a hand on her shoulder, still watching the road intently.
"If Finley says he can't be sure, then he isn't sure. Whatever
he said yesterday was said in the heat of the moment, right?"
"Right," she agreed. "But-"
"Now think back to other things Finley has said."
Sue was about to argue again, but then she did as Scott suggested. She
remembered Finley telling her that her mailman looked like Mr. Magoo
and wondering if he would deliver a note to Bugs Bunny. Finley arguing
that there was no way to know for certain that gravity was a constant
force, since it could be acting up "when no one is looking."
Finley deciding to eat breakfast in alphabetical order, just to see
if it was tastier that way. And she started to giggle. "I'm sorry,
Fin," she said, trying not to burst into laughter as Scott gave
her a grin. Then she failed and Scott joined her. She grinned back at
Finley who just looked back and forth between them.
"Apology accepted," he said. "Now have Scott pay attention
to where we are going. Last time he laughed this much while driving,
he missed an exit and we ended up in Atlantic City."
The horizon
trap - 
The strip mall he had
chosen was on the outskirts of town and closed early, so it would be
more or less empty at the time he intended for the meeting. One side
of the parking lot ended at a lightly wooded slope, at the bottom of
which there was a bike path leading into town. It wasn't really suitable
for cars, but with wheels filled with puncture repair foam, he was pretty
sure the Chevy would survive both the slope and the dirt track; as for
the stubborn cyclist he might encounter, well, Finley thought,
One thing at once.
Making a mental note of the best place to wait on the car park, he made
the call to Sytek.
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