Week 3:3

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 George was sipping on his morning coffee with a squirt of mustard as he sorted through the day's report. Matt finally shuffled into the precinct, probably already on his second cup of coffee and complaining the donuts were stale again.

"Good morning," George said, in a bright.

"Yeah, yeah," Matt grumbled.

"Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

"Can we just get to our own work this morning without the commentary?"

"Susan and I have been discussing some possibilities for our family vacation this year."

Matt gave a grunt, "Let me take a guess. You want to go somewhere quiet, not doubt sensible resort geared towards Newcomers where they serve all the best uncooked steaks and a lot of clicks are heard all over the place."

He chose to ignore the jab. Instead, George replied with a smile, "Actually, we've been considering going to see one of the Earth's most famous geographical places. The Bermuda Triangle."

Matt spit out his coffee, nearly hitting Grazer as a result. The captain gave him a glare as he continued on, and after wiping his mouth Matt asked, "The Bermuda Triangle? Have you and Susan lost your minds?"

George gave his human partner a confused look, "No, Matthew, I don't believe that we've lost our minds. The Bermuda Triangle is home to some of the best resorts in that region of the Caribbean."

"None of which any of you should go near because of the ocean water! And let's not forget the fact, that throughout recorded history, all the ships and planes that have simple vanished without a trace when they go anywhere even close to the Triangle!"

George tilted his head, "They vanished without a trace? Surely you don't really believe all of those exaggerated accounts, do you?

 

Matt slammed the file in his hand down on his desk, "It's not exaggerated, George. But let's say you guys don't meet with some hostile supernatural force or with E.T. gone bad-"

"E.T. gone bad? Really, Matthew, have you forgotten that I and my family are all E.T.?"

"Exactly my point, George! There's no one else on this planet that salt water will reduced them to a puddle of goo, and you want to take your family to 500,000 square miles of it! I mean if one of you takes a wrong step, you're vacation becomes a memorial!"

The frown on George's face deepened, more because of the tone Matt was using than his actual words, "I am well aware of the fact we're vulnerable to the salt water, Matthew. But you should not that none of us are playing to go swimming in the ocean itself. The resorts we're looking into have precautions in place to keep all their Tenctonese guests safe."

"Safe?!" Matt barked, making a gesture, "You are talking about the Bermuda Triangle, George. I mean that's like saying you're going on vacation getaway in Chernobyl and you think the radiation won't be a problem because you stay indoors the entire time!"

Grazer popped his head out of his office before George could respond, "Hey, Sikes, Francisco, do I need to put you into different corners today? Stop the bickering and get back to your reports!" He glared at them both a moment longer then went back into his office.

Matt muttered something under his breath, then said in a more quiet tone, 'Seriously, George, you can't take your family there. It's a minefield of bad things waiting to happen: salt water, storms, planes dropping off radar-"

George picked up his now cold mustard-laced coffee, took a sip, then said, "Thank you for your concern for our safety and well-being, Matt. It is... touching. But I think that Susan and I are capable of considering all the factors and making a well thought out choice. We won't don anything that would put either Buck or Emily in danger."

Shaking his head, Mat stood up, "One day, Francisco, your idea of well thought out choice is going to drive me over the edge."

George chuckled, "Then I suppose it is a fortunate thing that you do not go on vacation with us."

"Okay, George, have it your way but don't expect me to feed your fish if the Triangle gets to you one way or another."