Frag, it was even hard making time to log onto UOL and check the message base. Who knows how many potential meets I hosed just because I didn’t know about them? But I figured that would change eventually. Things would settle down as I got more worked into the schedule. For the moment, all I could do was let my handlers at the Star know I was still alive and sucking air—a simple matter of posting innocuous responses on various message bases, the actual message in the fact that I responded at all, not in the words I used. Meanwhile, I would save up all the intelligence I was gathering for one motherfragger of a report when I finally got to deliver it.