The God Class: The Third Nick Wolfe Sci Fi Adventure (Nick Wolfe Adventure Series Book 3) Read Free

same. Like Paxson, they were still boys, and were never shown how to act around a lady.
    “Newton Paxson, you have changed,” she said with a sly smile.
    “Yes, I have. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking in the last few days, mostly about you. We got along well together, but you wanted more. I want to be more, and now I know I can be more. I want us to get to know each other again, and I’ll let you be the judge. I believe we can help each other.” Paxson realized he had been looking into her big, brown eyes the whole time.
    Eye contact was another social grace he lacked until tonight. He enjoyed the rush of adrenaline and did not look away until he was done speaking. He also did not wonder how long he could keep up the act. It wasn’t an act. This was who Newton Paxson was now, and he knew it. He completely embraced it.
    Beverly Beckett’s gaze met his and locked, “We might be able to, at that.”
     

Chapter 4
     
    As planned, Nick Wolfe dropped in by parachute later that night. It was more like early morning, but the storm got worse for a while and the team decided to take no chances and wait for the storm to move on. A BioMek agent met Wolfe near the landing area with a change of clothes, some surveillance equipment, and a modest navy blue sedan so he could fit in. He would fit in well enough. Fifty years ago, the residents of a small town like Healy would notice any stranger and approach with caution and suspicion. These days, locations varied in America, but the culture and behavior were exactly the same. No one looked up from their TCs, or telecommunicators. News, games, sports scores, pornography, and other distractions commanded all the attention of most people. People barely noticed anything in the real world anymore.
    Wolfe checked in at an old motel on the outskirts of town, a motel so old it was still called a motel. It was as old fashioned as one could find in the United States. It had two floors and no interior hallway. All doors led out to a sidewalk or a balcony-walkway. Keys were used instead of cards or TC applications. Retinal scans were completely out of the question. If a guest didn’t have a key, they didn’t have access to the room. The doors were heavy wood and the locks were made mostly of steel. They definitely didn’t make them like this anymore. It was old, but more secure than the new hotels, with their hackable security systems, including hackable locks, and wafer-thin doors. Nick Wolfe had broken into enough “modern” hotel rooms to know this was a good spot.
    He also liked the convenience of being able to walk right out to his parking spot less than two yards from his door, but just to be on the safe side he usually parked in front of a room on the other side of the hotel and cut through a hallway in the middle of the building where the vending machines were. The ice machine leaked, so the floor was wet between the machine and a drain in the concrete. It also emitted a buzzing sound and made the hallway smell moldy.
    All the lights in the hallway were out, which suited Wolfe just fine.
    Nick unpacked the briefcase and set up the equipment he was given. It was nothing too flashy, but he had the ability to securely connect onscreen with Tristan Evans, secured satellite access, and a control center set up for a small army of insect-sized drones, whose camera images could be accessed independently or combined for a “big picture” view. He would go out and spread these along the countryside on the way to the crash site, since they also had motion detection and could act as alarms.
    Next he unpacked his suitcase. He was disappointed to find clothes instead of more gear and weapons. He had brought his own pistol and an extra clip, and it was a good thing he did: the extra ammunition was for the wrong kind of gun. He found a new leather bomber jacket, some slacks, button-down collared shirts, loafers, a pair of dress socks and a pair of white tube socks.  Wolfe understood the