Joe Trebble and the Bio Tech Conspiracy
Chapter 12: Wood Carving
Chapter 12: Wood Carving
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Joe sat uncomfortably in the wood working class, his skill was good, and in the past week he produced enough pieces to make it look like he’d been in the class form day one; six weeks ago. He was uncomfortable today because there was someone new; someone he had to gain their trust while not giving anything away.
Why did he accept this assignment? Sure it was close to him, all the more reason to not be involved. Yet also justification for not risking lives. But for his first assignment?
“Sure don’t look like your day,” a voice said beside Joe.
“No it isn’t,” Joe said to the new guy.
“Been hard work for me today. Goin’ to the pub after class, care to join me? I’ll buy you a drink to burry the troubles of today.”
Joe took his ear muffs off. “Yeah sounds good. Class ends in five minutes, why don’t we go now? I’m feeling like I need that drink.” Joe held up the ruined candle stick. “At least this was the first one,” Joe said tossing the chunk of wood into the scrap pile as he headed to the door.
“Better than my bowl,” the new guy said tossing an indescribable hunk of wood unto the scrap pile as well, and followed Joe. “You’re Joe Trebble of Alberta, Canada, aren’t you?” the new guy said after they left class.
Joe stopped short, almost causing the new guy to walk into him. “Um . . . yeah . . . why?” Joe said, thinking: “contact made.”
“Name’s Justin, I’ll tell you why over that drink.”
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