After a long silent pause Jones said, "We have to find who or what did this to
us. Do either of you have any Ideas? " Jacob said" Hey! John you are the
detective. Weed started listing problems "Well, I think we have a few things
to think about; Like how do we get by without getting locked up in the loony
bin? What is this thing we are trying to track? Was it's only motive robbery
or does it have some other agenda? What resources can we get to aid us in
this search?
What happened to our cars? They should be the easiest things to trace.
Whose body is Raymond using? Is it our assailant original Body? What do
we do about Mrs. Jones? Where can I get some food and a few hours sleep?
"Great lets take them one at a time" Prompted Jones like she was leading a
project meeting. "First off, I would like Mr. Weed to impersonate me in the
interim and do a little damage control, that way we will have all the resources
of RayJon at our disposal." Jones continued. "Ok, I have all weekend
before I have to talk to anybody at your company" Weed said. "I have to
contact Sara and let her know I am all right," Jones Said. "I am not that
good an actor" Weed remarked sarcastically. "I think an Email might work
for now somehow I need to reassure her and stall her at the same time."
Jones said. "I have a laptop with mobile net access in the car," Isaac
supplied. "He has one each of every electronic device known to man in
here" Weed smirked. "You know perfectly I could not find a cyclotron that
fit under the dash." Jacob quipped. The two friends continued to trade
remarks about how over equipped Jacob's vehicle was while Jones worked
with the laptop.
Ray Jones opened the laptop and paused to look at the delicate and unfamiliar
fingers on the keyboard. Sealing himself from a vast sea of doubts Jones
remotely logged onto the company server and began composing an Email to
his wife.
