After walking a few blocks, Craig and Andie entered the RRB. "No one is supposed to be here after hours," Craig told Andie over his shoulder, "but that just applies to the majority below a certain GS level, the ones in the cubicles. Those below it don't know about this privilege, and those above it don't tell."

"Why is it called the RRB?" Andie asked, obviously not knowing the origination of the building.

"As in the Ronald Reagan Building," was all Craig said.

"Oh."

He opened his office door with a swipe of a card that hung from his lanyard. Andie entered, gazing around the spacious office. Craig pulled out a plush chair for her to sit in, across from his executive's desk. He sat on the other side, in a large, leather-upholstered, high-back office chair. "Boy, what did you do to deserve such fancy digs?" she asked, after putting her feet up on the other side of his desk, trying to get a rise out of him. "So, do you have important people come in here to sit and talk to you to get your advice?" she asked mockingly.

"Sometimes," Craig replied, as he sat down again. He had just walked over to open his closet door in order to expose a basketball hoop. He threw a miniature basketball into it just then. "Sometimes they just want to be close and marvel at the great ideas that come out of my mouth."

"Ha ha," Andie said, laughing for the first time all day. "Very funny." Craig was a good guy, she thought. Decent, smart, and funny. Funny was important.

"So, Andie, what's up really," Craig asked, as he turned around to look at her while his ball bounced off the rim and then hit the window, landing in the chair opposite Andie.

The look on her face made him follow her gaze. She was staring at what appeared to be an electronic white board where a light orange iridescent diagram was presented. In a couple of places blue dots were moving, in many places green dots were rapidly blinking. "What is that?" Andie asked, rather apprehensively.