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</div><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">"She just needs dick."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Terry exploded into laughter when Iris said that.  She hadn't laughed like that in ages.  When she finally got her breathing back under control, she tried to give the girl a stern expression, though it was hard to keep a straight face.<br/>
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"What happened to that little girl who used to sit on my lap in this very chair while I read her fairy tales?  Geeeeesh!  So much for my parenting skills.  Of course, if Mother had let me, I would have taught you how to disassemble and clean a Glock instead.  I was a terrible role model.  But it was clear to me that you soon were too advanced for fairy tales, even of the Grimm variety."  <br/>
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She sighed, then said  "I missed you kiddo."  She lightly stroked Iris's cheek.<br/>
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"The problem with Emmy is that she's isolated herself in this mausoleum for too long.  At one point, I'd thought of moving the two of you to my apartment, but I suspect both of you would have fought me if I'd tried to do that.  You seem to need to stay as close to that thing in the basement as possible."  <br/>
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Terry tried to keep her voice as neutral as possible when she said "thing".  Though she suspected everyone knew what she thought of the Matrix.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"Yo, long time no see. Either of you get yelled at by Emmy yet?"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">It was Chris.  He was with Kenji.<br/>
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"Who HASN'T been yelled at by Emmy?  She's on a tear today.  But I betcha she hates me more than you.  Though the way she yelled Alissa's name a little while ago, I might have competition."  Terry gave Chris a sad smile to indicate she didn't want to be a part of this competition.  "By the way, there is about to be a meeting in Segway 2, so if you brought your flack vest, now is the time to don it."  She laughed, knowing Chris had his own organic flack vest on call.<br/>
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Standing up, Terry went over and gave both men a hug.  "It's good to see both of you.  I wish it was under better circumstances."  <br/>
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Iris had finished eating, so Terry coaxed her to her feet.  Linking their arms together, she pulled her towards the kitchen. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"Lets go let everyone know about the meeting in the Operations Room.  Oops, I mean Segway 2.  But let's stop at the kitchen first.  I need coffee badly.  Otherwise, I'll doze off during the meeting.  And that will REALLY tick Emmy off."  <br/>
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Terry had always thought the term segway was a silly term to use.  The company that had made the "two-wheeled, self-balancing personal transporter" had gone out of business two years ago.  How that related to the sections of the manor was a source of amusement for her.  <br/>
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Reaching the kitchen, it was clear no one had used the coffeemaker in a long time.  Terry needed to clean it before using it.  While waiting for the coffee to brew,  she stepped out into the hallway and bellowed <b><span style="font-size: 18px">"MEETING IN SEGWAY 2".  </span><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 18px">"</span></b><span style="font-size: 15px">There.  I've done my due diligence." She poured herself a fresh cup of coffee and leaned back against the counter as she took her first sip.  She then dug out an air pot to empty the rest of the coffee in for the meeting.   </span><br/>
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"Shall we go to the Operations Room?"  She held out her hand to Iris, inviting her along, but leaving her the option if she didn't want to go.  Terry wasn't all that eager to go, either.  <br/>
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