Class Time
Anneack
Kermit griffin, computer hacker extrodinaire and mostly-ex mercenary
turned cop, leaned back in his chair. Things were actually mostly
quiet here in Sloanville for a change. For being a medium sized town
it could sure cook up some large crimes.
Sighing, he picked up his computer classes catalogue. There was a
rule that said every specialist had to take one class a year to keep
up proficiencies. Kermit had yet to find a way around that, but he
was working on it. In the mean time he took his required class and
tryed not to actually go to sleep. I t was that or lose his
deignation as a specialist and join the other detective out in the
bullpen, not an option in his book "May as well go to kindergarden
now," he grummbled.
Looking over the options he perked up a bit. Well, there was a t
least one that he would stay awake for. Adn there was some
interesting new search engines the intuctor had bene taking about
last year, maybe it was out now, and he could get e preview of it.
Grabbing hte booklet and circling the desired class, he convayed it
and himself to Captain Paul Blaisdell's office.
"Come," was the terce response to his knock.
"Hey, Paul, can I get you aproval for my yearly grade school
excersion?" Kermit asked, taking the seat across from his superior
when the man indicated that he should. Godo news was it mewant Paul
wasn;t terribly busy so would be in a good mood, bad news was it
meant he would serious look at what Kermit was taking instead of
merely signing off on it trusting his freind to chose an aprocriate
class.
"Internet search methods?" Paul looked up at his oldest and, next to
his wife, best friend in disbelief. No one was better then Kermit at
finding things.
"Well, the instuctor at last years conference had mentioned some new
search engines being developed so I thought it was worth a look,"
Kermit explained.
"I still think there's more to this," Paul muttered, shaking his head
while signing off on the class.
Kermit jsst smiled as he left. Something that did not reasure the
captain.
A week later Kermit grinning behind his green shades entered the
hotel where the conference and classes were being held. Double
checking the room assignment, he headed into his class and parked
himself in the back. Invisibility was a good thing.
The instruct came in and began bringing class to order. Yep, just
like he remebered her. Not particularly tall, but then neither was
he. A little plump, but hey, all the more for him to enjoy. And a
voice that was sultry, smoky kind of thing that actresses tryed to
copy for jazz club seens, but could never really get right. Hummm,
maybe he could get some extra homework help after class?
Kermit leaned back in the chiar, obviously wit hthe right instructor
these classes could be a nice thing after all.