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support that kind of difference?  Looking ... looking ... yes! 
Of course, this syn belonged to a Japanese exec who had brought his family with
him, and the house was bilingual.
    This strategy would pay dividends.  He had no idea how. 
But at least he hadn't looked at this data six or seven times already.  And,
good news.  Only 4800 more regions to look at.
     
    Mission opened his eyes with difficulty.  His computer
said, "Waiting."  He had fallen asleep on the coffee table and stayed
that way for a while.  The computer said, "Waiting."  He went to
raise his head and couldn't.  What the hell?  Obviously he spilled coffee and
he fell asleep in it.  Now that it dried, his face was glued to the table.  His
computer said, "Waiting."  Well, there was no sense in dragging this
out.  He gradually applied pressure and his wounds reminded him that both sides
of his face were torn, throbbing bundles of raw nerves.  But he had no choice
and he applied more pressure.  He sensed his cheekbone wasn't as firmly
attached as his jaw, so he focused the pressure there.  After what seemed like
an hour, he was free.
    Mission smiled at his predicament.  "Help. I've glued
myself to my coffee table and can't get up.", he mimicked. 
    His computer said, "Waiting."
    Mission said, "Computer, how many fields have we
compared in this raw data?"
    "3418."
    "And how long have you been waiting for the next
field?"
    "19 hours 12 minutes."
    "Well, I guess I needed the sleep, huh?  I'm going to
get something to eat, I'm starved.  Save what we've done so far, and we'll
start again in a couple of hours.  Okay?"
    "I'm sorry, your syntax was in ... "
    "Okay, okay, okay.  Save all.  Wait.  How's
that?"
    "Data is saved.  Waiting for resumption."
    Twelve hours later, Mission still combed the raw data. 
Considerably past 4300 fields, he no longer expected to find anything, but it
would drive him crazy if he didn't finish looking.  He looked around for
another cigarette and the computer said, "Another significant deviation,
field 4341, code Dxt01077."
    Mission looked in his legend.  "So, that's manual
dexterity/hand eye skills.  Which one has the deviation?"
    "Synthetic John Jones established 88% more synaptic
connections than the other three."
    Mission flipped through the history, looking at the family,
the location, the profession, the ... wait.  The owner, Sam Sheffield is
president of Sheffield Enterprises.  That doesn't really say what he does.  He
considered.
    "Computer, do you have a phone listing in this city
for Sheffield Enterprises?"
    "Yes.  Would you like ... ?"
    "Cross reference to yellow pages.  What is it listed
under?"
    "Construction.  Custom built homes."
    Mission smiled.  "You're mine."

7
 
 
    Mission
sat in a waiting area, taking in the surroundings.  Only a truly prosperous
company furnishes the waiting areas with antiques.  He sipped his coffee with
appreciation.  A blend of Colombian and Cuban roasts of the highest quality. 
Even if one was not a coffee lover, one must appreciate being served from an
intricate and beautiful silver service.  Not to mention the fact that they
trusted him with a fine china cup and saucer with a sterling silver spoon.
    The kid
that Mission yelled at over the com motioned nervously to him.  Mission smiled
and walked over.  The kid gulped.
    "Dr.
St. Jean will see you now."
    "Thanks. 
And relax.  I'm not going to yell today."
    "It's
not you that scares me."
    "Can't
help you there kid.  I'm scared of Susan too."
    Mission
rapped lightly on the door and walked in.  Damn her.  She could be beautiful if
she wanted.  Today she made that more obvious.  Although the red jacket and
skirt definitely fell into the category of business suit, it was a departure,
and a good combination for her.  Especially the way her dark hair looked
falling on her shoulders.  And ... yes, she applied lipstick that reinforced
the color scheme.  He wondered if this look was a ploy to make him