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us. We are your family.”
    Bellos pushed the phone back against his ear.
    “Doctor, please; I know your history. We have to meet. Doctor Bellos, are you there?”
    “Yes, I’m here.”
    “I can’t say anymore. Anyone could be listening. You know that. I assure you, I am not a fake. This is not a scam. Will you meet me at the same café, tomorrow; say at 7:15 a.m.; come on, Doc?”
    “Hmm, if this is so damn important and secret, why the café; why out in the open?”
    “Because we know it is secure, Doctor. We own it, and the surrounding five stores on each side of the street. We don’t own the airways or the phone lines.”
    “Oh.”
    Leery of it all, and with a slight grin, Dr. B. slowly hung up the phone, and he sat back, bewildered.
    The next morning at seven o’clock, Bellos walked to the café. He was nervous, uneasy , and he studied his hometown street, as if for the first time .
    They own all the stores around the café, and on both sides of the street?
    Usually, there was a line of people stretching out the door, to buy morning sweets and hot drinks. But, that morning, as Bellos walked up to the outside deck, there was only one single person, who sat at a table outside ‘Gus’s Coffee’, Bridger.
    “Good morning, Doctor.”
    Bridger extended his hand.
    “Good morning.”
    “Please, have a seat. I hope you don’t mind; I bought you an espresso and donuts.”
    Bellos sat down on the wrought iron chair.
    “Thank you. Now tell me, why am I here?”
    “Yes of course, I’m Tom Bridger, a recruiter, so to speak. I represent an organization that has been in existence , for a very long time, millennia actually, by your standards. Please excuse me if I seem uneasy. You see; I know how what I am about to say will sound.”
    Bridger smiled, and then he took a deep breath before explaining.
    “We have been involved in, and continue to influence most modern countries’ medical and political systems. Medical advancement is our purpose, and politics is the vehicle we use to fund ourselves. In other words, for many centuries, the civilized world, all over the globe, has prospered, using our medical discoveries. Anyway, you’ll learn as you go.”
    “What?” Bellos sat looking a bit annoyed.
    “The thing is; it’s only been within the last 800 years that things have become really interesting. We are the richest, most advanced, research development organization on the planet. I am authorized to tell you that we are on the verge of announcing the greatest of discoveries. It will be the answer to why we all got into medicine.”
    Bellos’s eyes widened and he said cynically, “Really; I got into medical research to combat disease and improve the human condition. What question or answer are you talking about?”
    Bridger did not react. He just smirked and said, “We have followed your career and those of your colleagues for some time, examining and reexamining your work. We need your help, and you need us. This is the end of a 10,000-year-old journey, and the beginning of a new era for all humankind. Doctor, this is not some Hollywood nonsense or C.I.A. undercover plot to overthrow a country.”
    “Well it sounds like wild science fiction bullshit to me.”
    “Perhaps; but it isn’t.”
    Bridger took an envelope out of his rear pant pocket.
    “Here, this is for you. We crossed out some words, for security purposes; but you’ll get the gist. There is also an airplane ticket. If you decide to go, you will be shown what I mean. Only one person has authorization to do that, and he awaits your arrival.”
    Bellos unfolded the papers and looked through them.
    “My instructions are to ask that you read the first page now, and the rest on the plane.”
    Bellos read quickly; then, with a furrowed brow, he shook his head in disbelief as he pulled a wad of money from the envelope.
    “Oh yes,” Bridger added, “there’s also $200,000. A bit of petty cash. You keep that, whether you go or not. If you don’t