“Really? Watch fucking Star Trek reruns?” Jack said. “That’s his advice?”
“It is pretty weak,” Nat said.
“Like any of you geniuses have anything better to add. He’s a paranormal detective, not a rocket scientist,” Kate said.
“Particle physics,” I said.
Kate pointed at me, “That!”
“So do we go find one of them?” Nat asked.
We all looked at one another with a variety of shrugs and frowns.
“Sounds good to me,” I ventured.
“How do we even find one, just start cold-calling universities?” Kate asked.
Jack suddenly chuckled, his smile becoming wicked. He pulled out his phone and dialed.
“Who’s he calling?” Kate asked. “Jack, who’re you calling?”
“Hey gorgeous,” Jack said into the phone. “Where are you? Well, finish up your schnitzel, We need you.”
“Anna Maria?” I whispered to Nat.
“Yeah, Reilly fucked things up again.”
Yeah, I think Kate needs to hit him again.
“No, not out here. Need you to go to Switzerland. No, not for chocolate. We need you to talk to a scientist. I don’t know, one of the physicists, someone who knows something about anti-matter. Yeah, we’ll come out to you, but it might take a while. Riding lightning is kind of FUBAR, right now, for Reilly.”
“And you, you jackass!” Kate yelled.
“Nothing. I’ll explain later. Just get a head start softening this guy up for us. Yeah, he’s going to need to know what we can really do. Yeah, see ya.” Jack hung up.
“What’s in Switzerland?” Kate asked.
“CERN, and that superconducting thing.”
“Supercollider,” I corrected.
“Nerd,” Nat said, smiling.