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    Eddington Spilled The Beans

    Otecko stood up, and with all the air of a showman pulled back the curtain that separated the two hospital beds. “May I introduce you Michael’s Bride To Be, and the other lady, you do not know.” I barely heard their names, I was so confused at the time. Otecko paused, I think just to annoy me, then unraveled his story. “I told you that many have protected the artifacts from men like the Professor, and what we thought was true about Ambassador Rastilav, although he was a hero in disguise.” “Many times, heroes work in the shadows, not because they have any darkness in them, but to illuminate the…

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    Eddington The Coffee Grinder

    “What did he hit me with? How much blood did I lose?” I asked when I came too. Sam frowned and looked at me, then Otecko, “A Bag Of Coffee. You were right. I thought he’d put it together faster.” Otecko laughed. “Growing up, He always mountain, and not the mole hill.” I looked down, but couldn’t see any bandages. Michael laughed too. “You weren’t shot cousin. You were outsmarted.” “How did the Professor poison me? I took Sam’s suggestion and ate stuff I bought.” They all laughed. Otecko explained. “The professor didn’t poison you, we drugged you. Who do you think sent you to that market? Who do you…

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    Eddington A Bad Brew

    I had come up with a plan, it was crazy, and almost certainly suicidal. Two things I am not, and then I brewed up a variation of my idea. It was still risky, but I told myself I’d live. Of course I took precautions, I even called Sam, Otecko, and my Wife to say goodbye. Three days later, the Professor was in a museum. The curator had ask him to be a guest lecturer to a group of business men who had important connections. I slipped in behind them, after changing out of the delivery disguise I used to get past the metal detectors. At just the right moment of…

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    Eddington Don’t Drink The Coffee

    When Sam called me I didn’t ask how. “Did I do any permanent damage?” “No, I realized in time, though I wish you had given me a little more warning. I’m not as quick as I was. How’s the plan going?” “Well, I’ve bought three guns, made a lot of noise, and there’s a guy following me. I drove near the university this morning and haven’t been alone since. So I’m scared out of my wits.” “You haven’t been alone since you left Eddington. I got a call from Otecko when the police picked up the Professor’s assassin. He told me his grandson would pull something crazy after another run…

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    Eddington Can”t Taste The Coffee For The Flavor

    I was on a plane within two hours of them picking her up. I had grabbed a late flight, telling only my wife where I was going. I didn’t answer the in flight call that came through for me. It was not time to talk to Otecko. I wasn’t terribly surprised to see Sam when I got off the plane. He was irritated. “You know it’s been years since I’ve had to ride a military transport to get somewhere. Thanks to you, I can’t say that anymore. What are you doing here?” “I’m going to stop the Professor. He threatened my family. I won’t allow that. I don’t have time…

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    Eddington Don’t Make A Caffeinated Man Angry

    It was good to be back inside the coffee shop. Even if the new building wasn’t the old one, it represented a never quit attitude. We Stefaniak run towards a battle, not from it. I sipped a latte as I read a text from Michael. “Gardener won’t crack. I think the Professor has promised him more. Sam’s putting his other plan into action.” The rest of the day was uneventful. I relished in the boredom, which is highly underrated. It was also a false sense of security. The fun started when I closed. I offered to help a little lady help to cross the street, and a pistol peeked out…

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    Eddington Mocha Espresso

    “The question is, was the gardener double crossed, or did he know it was going to happen? If he did, what was he promised? What was good enough to go to jail for?” Sam was outlining the line of thinking he was going to approach the gardener with. “I have a Grandfather’s face now, so I’ll take the good cop approach. Your grandson can be the not so nice guy that I control.” Michael smiled. “Meaning I have to act like I would tear him apart without touching him. I can do that very well. Just ask my cousin here about the time he dented my truck.” “I was 17,…

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    Eddington Prune Coffee Cake

    I hate prunes, and I love coffee. Why someone got the idea to put them together into a prune coffee cake I’ll never know. I don’t like when people get the bright idea to put good and bad things together. The same thing happens with news, it’s usually a mixture of good and bad. At least it has been for us the last few months with this mess. Now, we had the good news that the Professor’s so called Gardener was caught trying to steal the artifacts. The bad news, it was the Professor who reported him before he was caught. Apparently the Professor sold the authorities on the fact…

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    Eddington Java And Jewelry

    Daylight doesn't suddenly happen, it's not like a light switch. You don't suddenly blink and it's day, it's gradual. Plus, light never completely goes away, the moon is a reflection of the sun, and the stars are there, even when you can't see them. What does all this have to do with java and jewelry? It's a reminder that good always wins, light is better than darkness, and hope never gives up. I saw that over the next few days from my hospital bed. Otecko would spend the afternoons with me, and he would tell me the stories of how men and women made a difference, on both sides of…

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    Eddington Family, Justice, and Coffee

    Sam started seeding the two stories for the groups that would form the "evidence" which would "convict" the Professor. At least in the eyes of the art world, because we didn't think we could stop him otherwise. This really bothered Michael, as the man was behind the murder of the Uncle of his fiancé. Rather than focus on what we couldn't do, we did what we could, headed back home. It seemed uneventful, but the plan no longer needed us. All we had to do was protect the original artifacts that got us into this mess. When you're so focused on your Plan, you forget something, having a plan doesn't…