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The Dead Sleep Lightly It was a day like any other except it was different. The sun came up and sat high in the sky, except there were heavy storm clouds and none of us saw it all day. Rain blasted the sides and metallic roof of the Banzai Institute - Northwest, a deliberate and annoyingly loud drumming that drove average people bonkers. Except, we were not average people. We were Blue Blaze Irregulars!  Uh - you know Bobby, that stinks.  Bobby Mulholland turned from the dictation machine that sat on his desk beside the storm-blasted picture window. Seated in the main office suite in the institute, shadows of the cascading water down the outside glass playing across his face, he peered into the gloom and saw a brightly clothed figure just inside the front doors. He reached for the lamp switch. Best stick to filing - and finishing your thesis.  Miss Eureka Jones strode into the suite, long legs wrapped in knee-high red leather boots, Armani microfiber trench coat swirling around a Rikko Machete jumpsuit, both tugging at her curvaceous figure as she swept over to kiss him on the cheek. Rain transfer. He wiped at the moisture, blushed as the supermodel and chief institute financier gave him one of her million dollar (literally) smiles and removed her designer coat. She threw it aside on a newspaper-strewn couch, nodded to the storm waves crashing below the cliff on which the institute building was abruptly perched.  Some day were going to go straight into the sea, you know.  Nah, Miss Jones, Stormy made sure the new foundation was bolted into the bedrock. Ive seen the plans myself. Couldnt have asked for a safer structure, against earthquakes, tsunamis, sundry mass movements, and the rock layering here is -  Please, honey, no geology! Mama just flew in from Bangkok!  Eureka plopped down into a highbacked office chair, stifled a yawn.  What are you up to alone in the dark? Please tell me its not a boy thing.  Well, I was just narrating our last adventure