Metafire

Angela spoke up, "Erisa McCabe. We know your name. You were poking into our Metafire Museum, with a special password. Was it you? Was it this guy Jack? Do you even know? Tell us."

"I want to be able to talk to Jack. If you will let me talk to Jack, I'll tell you. We'll both tell you..." Then she realized he probably wouldn't. "Well, I'll tell you what I know anyway. It isn't much."

"I am sure it isn't much." George was getting pretty mad. This was a waste of time as far as he was concerned. "Angela, this is a waste. It doesn't matter. But, if you want to pursue it, and you, too, Jane, go ahead. Just get away from me. I have real work to do."

"Ok, Erisa. How do we contact Jack for you?" Angela realized that this answer might be interesting.

"He's here. He's over in the FBI tug. Steven told me a few days ago."

George turned back. He decided he wanted to listen.

Erisa continued. "Can you just let me talk to them?" Jack might help her decide what to say.