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![Character Peter Sartre](/images/character_images/character27262-image.jpg)
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![Character Choi Yeong](/images/character_images/character27270-image.jpg)
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![Character Alyssa Wilson](/images/character_images/character27271-image.jpg)
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The Woman in the Van
JP with Alyssa, Choi and Peter
University of San Fransisco - San Francisco, CA
Yeong hesitated. He never told this Peter Sarte his name. He looked at the ears again, not finding an ear piece.
“Okay,” Choi admitted. “You’re scaring me now. At first I thought you had an earpiece in, but you don’t. And, you got a picture of the text of the book, although you didn’t take one. You have eyes and ears somewhere else, but how are you communicating without the…” Choi pointed to the ear, indicating the missing earpiece.
Peter apologized, "Oh, my fault......... Or rather Dr. Zurns ......He asked me twelve years ago, "Hey, can I ask you — have you ever seen a jaguar tripping?"
Apparently, Peter knew Choi Yeong's name already, because he said it a split second before Alyssa was going to say it. Then she heard the explanation, sort of, as to what was going on. "Tell, Mr. Yeong I said hi." Before drinking more soda, and squeezing a not too firm stress ball.
"Alyssa says hi. At first I thought it was our main computer tech, Leah Cassini." Peter shared.
Choi nodded, then grinned. “Let Alyssa know I look forward to meeting her before this is all over.”
Yeong had a job to do, so all the friendly chit chat had to wait. “I guess we’ll be working together on this one. Between you and me, I’m surprised the other guys aren’t here. I have to try and catch her, so I guess I will be seeing you around.”
"See if you can get her to calm down." Peter asked.
Choi bowed. “Good-bye for now, Mr. Sartre!”
Rising from the bow, Yeong sprinted away toward the building he saw the girl go into. He knew she was no longer there, so he sprinted past the building following, bounding the walled planter on the other side and pressed onward, hoping it wouldn’t take long to find her.