“What? With Pearl?”
He didn’t comment but made a swing that I avoided.
“I didn’t think she liked you.”
“Who says she needs to like me to have sex with me?”
I laughed. “You really have no clue.”
He took advantage of my lowered guard and hammered into my ribs five times.
“You bastard,” I moaned.
He grinned. “What? You look like a girl and you fight like a girl. Maybe youarea girl.”
My right hook came resolutely and had him sinking to his knees. I bent forward speaking low and sardonic. “In that case, agirljust knocked you down.”
I took off my gloves while he scrambled to his feet again.
“Where are you going?”
I gave him a smug grin. “I just knocked you down and I think I’m going to go and knock my wife up.”
“Very funny,” he panted.
“See you later, my friend,” I said and left him.
CHAPTER 25
Flash Drive
Christina
The library that we excavated turned out to be part of an old university. We found a sign with an overview of the campus that gave us an impression of how large an area the university had covered.
Looking around the now lush area with forest and fields, it was hard to imagine that four hundred years ago, students and professors had walked here at what used to be the University of British Colombia. I tried digging for more information on the Internet, but after four nights of searching I gave up. If I’d been back in the Motherlands, I could have searched the Wise-Share, but I doubted I would have found any information there either.
Most of what we dug up was so deteriorated that we couldn’t use it, but there were some gems that we’d saved. Bruce Lee, one of my team members, found a glass jar with different things inside it and almost discarded them as rubbish. Luckily, I came by and spotted something I’d seen once before, albeit with a different design.
“Can I see that?” I asked and picked up the small thing when he handed it to me.
“What is it?” Bruce asked.
“It’s a device to store digital information,” I explained and turned the small thing in my hands. “And this one is in incredibly good shape. There was a logo on it that read UBC.
“How does it work?” Bruce asked me.
Carefully, I removed a cap and showed him what was inside. “Look,” I pointed to a small connector. “They would insert this part into a computer and that way they could read whatever information was on it.”
“Ahh,” he nodded and broke into a shy smile. “I have to be honest with you – I really wasn’t happy when I was ordered to help out here, but I’m starting to be intrigued. It’s like a treasure hunt of sorts.”
I smiled brightly. “Exactly. Back in the day, archeologists lived amazing lives full of dangerous adventures.”
“They did?”
“Yes, they were considered heroes by many and people even made movies to honor them.”
“Wow, that’s something. I wish someone would make a movie about me.” He smiled at me and I flashed him a grin.
