***NOTE: THIS IS THE LAST ENTRY FOR CHAPTER 3. AS A SPECIAL INCENTIVE, THE FIRST PERSON TO COMMENT ANYWHERE ON THE MANUSCRIPTS BURN BLOG WILL BE THE SUBJECT OF TOMORROW'S MULTIMEDIA EXTRAVAGANZA IN HONOR OF THEIR GOOD TASTE. IF THERE IS NO COMMENT BY MIDNIGHT TONIGHT, THERE WILL BE NO MULTIMEDIA TOMORROW. WHICH IS AN INCENTIVE OF IT'S OWN, I SUPPOSE, IF YOU DISLIKE THE MULTIMEDIA.***
The phone exploded into annoyingly loud and incessant ringing. Ben grunted. He opened his eyes and looked at the clock. It was terribly early in the morning.
“What, what, what, what, what?” he muttered.
Taking the phone out of it’s cradle, he said, "What is it?"
It was Victory’s voice. It was strange because it was a week or so after the meeting. Ben wondered briefly if he was calling another meeting. Maybe Vic was calling to find out if he had found the jackets yet. The answer to that was fortunately yes. His true reason was soon revealed.
"Manuscripts don't burn"
- Mikhail Bulgakov
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