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Mar. 12th, 2006 01:26 pmMonday, 13 March, 2006
14 North Moore Street
Early Afternoon
Ray was leaning over Ecto's front grille with a chip puller in one hand and a cold-heat soldering tool in the other when he heard the door open. He froze.
"What's wrong, Daddy?" asked the car curiously.
"Letter from Lucasfilm for you, Dr. Stantz!" came the mail carrier's cheerful voice. "Certified, registered, insured, delivery confirmation, and otherwise generally ominous!"
"Oh," said Ecto in a very small voice.
Ray nodded, sighed, and straightened up. "Give it here, Kuldeep."
The uniformed, turbaned man grinned and handed over an envelope with more horribly official-looking endorsements and pieces of paper attached to it than Ray could remember seeing anywhere- well, no. That wasn't true. When he'd been at Columbia he'd been in the biology department once as Dr. Grambo got a shipment of rabies virus from Boston Scientific. But other than that package...
"Sign here, please- and here, and over there-"
"Thank you," said Ray tiredly, looking at the envelope and wishing he was somewhere very, very far away.
"Word of advice, Dr. Stantz?" Kuldeep nodded at the envelope. "I don't think you want to open that unless you're in the presence of your lawyer."
Ray froze, hunching his shoulders guiltily; he'd gotten one finger under the envelope flap.
"Safety's sake. You really want a lawyer on hand before you get too far into a letter that important." Kuldeep tossed off a casual little salute. "Here's the rest of your mail. See you around, Dr. Stantz."
Ray stared at the envelope, silently handing off everything else to Janine. "Whaddya gonna do, Ray?" the secretary asked.
"What I need to do, I guess," he said. "Go take it to my lawyer."
Janine nodded. "Good luck..."
He patted Ecto's fender absently and closed her hood. "Daddy will be right back," he murmured; she gave a little honk of acknowledgment.
14 North Moore Street
Early Afternoon
Ray was leaning over Ecto's front grille with a chip puller in one hand and a cold-heat soldering tool in the other when he heard the door open. He froze.
"What's wrong, Daddy?" asked the car curiously.
"Letter from Lucasfilm for you, Dr. Stantz!" came the mail carrier's cheerful voice. "Certified, registered, insured, delivery confirmation, and otherwise generally ominous!"
"Oh," said Ecto in a very small voice.
Ray nodded, sighed, and straightened up. "Give it here, Kuldeep."
The uniformed, turbaned man grinned and handed over an envelope with more horribly official-looking endorsements and pieces of paper attached to it than Ray could remember seeing anywhere- well, no. That wasn't true. When he'd been at Columbia he'd been in the biology department once as Dr. Grambo got a shipment of rabies virus from Boston Scientific. But other than that package...
"Sign here, please- and here, and over there-"
"Thank you," said Ray tiredly, looking at the envelope and wishing he was somewhere very, very far away.
"Word of advice, Dr. Stantz?" Kuldeep nodded at the envelope. "I don't think you want to open that unless you're in the presence of your lawyer."
Ray froze, hunching his shoulders guiltily; he'd gotten one finger under the envelope flap.
"Safety's sake. You really want a lawyer on hand before you get too far into a letter that important." Kuldeep tossed off a casual little salute. "Here's the rest of your mail. See you around, Dr. Stantz."
Ray stared at the envelope, silently handing off everything else to Janine. "Whaddya gonna do, Ray?" the secretary asked.
"What I need to do, I guess," he said. "Go take it to my lawyer."
Janine nodded. "Good luck..."
He patted Ecto's fender absently and closed her hood. "Daddy will be right back," he murmured; she gave a little honk of acknowledgment.
