Incest Justin Thyme by Callicious

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Michael looked over each page quickly, focusing his attention only on any IT materials and paused mid-page on the fifth page. He picked up the corresponding page from Omaha and compared it quickly. "Here is a difference, Dave. The new document leaves out some of the telemetry and some other functionality in the onboard computers. Perhaps it was decided not all of the bells and whistles were needed?"

"Let me see that! I know nothing has been deleted from these engines by the company. All of the telemetry is necessary to keep track of performance on each engine. We pay a premium for this, but it saves us many dollars in maintenance costs because we can track performance on each engine. It's much less expensive than paying mechanics to inspect everything visually, and it shows problems before they cause breakdowns."

Pete picked up the phone and called the security kiosk. "Who is this?... Ah, Jason. Thanks for the hot sandwiches. Could you step up here for just a couple of minutes please?... Right. As soon as possible... . Thanks."

They only had to wait a couple of minutes until Jason walked in the door. "Thanks for hurrying up here, Jason. Please close the door behind you. Thanks. Now, tell me, can I record this meeting in this room, and if I do so, can I do so without the other party knowing I am doing so?"

"No sir. You can record the meeting, but that little red light on the console will be on while you are doing it."

"I was afraid of that." Pete stood and walked over to a door on the wall, but when he opened it he found it was only over a large flat-screen TV set up for video conferencing. "I hoped I could hide you in here and let you listen, but that isn't going to work."

Michael spoke up. "I can use my iPhone if you like. It has a record app on it, and it doesn't show it's recording if I leave it face down."

"Thanks, Mike. Jason, here's what I want you to do. When you send Mr. Abernathy up, will you please follow him up here, as if you are just doing rounds, but stay just outside the door once he is inside and the door is closed. I may need you quickly. Do you have arrest powers?"

"No sir, but I can detain him until I can get the PD here."

"That will have to work then. It would be easier if we didn't have to involve them, but if it comes to that we will do what we have to do. Please don't contact them yet. I'm hoping it doesn't come to that, but have someone on standby at the kiosk so you can be free when he gets here."

Jason nodded and left.

Dave and Michael had been huddled at the end of the table going over the spec sheets carefully, noting several changes and marking them on the new sheets. They were going over the last page together when Dave was called away to meet with the Electromotive reps.

"Mike, I'm really glad I brought you up here. You have more than earned your fee today!"

"I'm glad I could be of service, Pete, but I'm not really concerned about a fee. Let's see if I can do anything for you on your programming before we worry about that." He continued checking over the last sheet and then carried them over to where Pete was sitting at the other end of the table. "Here's what we have found, sir. There may be more, but these are the obvious changes."

"How about faxing the new spec sheets back to the number from which you got the originals, and I'll call and have someone look it over more carefully. Thanks, Mike."

Michael quickly loaded them in the feed tray and carefully entered the phone number from the original set and pressed send. As each sheet passed through he pulled them out and collated them carefully before handing them back over to Pete, who thumbed through them quickly.

"This is not my area of expertise, nor Dave's either. Had you not caught it we probably would have been on the hook for these changes. It looks to me like a fairly substantial difference in pricing, but I'm seeing nothing about a diminishment in our payout. Ah, there he is."

The door opened and a graying and disheveled man in his mid-forties walked in. "What's going on here? Oh. Hi, Pete."