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Sunday, August 17th Dartmouth, NS

At the Institute, David told the security guard that he was expecting a visitor, and asked how many officers were working that day.

“Are you expecting any trouble, Dr. Heath?”

“Not necessarily, but if someone could wander by the cafeteria a bit, that would be fine too.” He told the guard that he was reassured by the knowledge of who was on duty and where they would be.

Ted arrived in a rental car, parked in the visitor’s area, entered the front door and was greeted by the security guard. David came out to the reception area and Ted immediately extended his hand.

“Thank you, Dr. Heath, for seeing me on such short notice. I’ll make this as brief as possible.”

David suggested they use the lunch room. It was closed on Sunday but there were vending machines. “That would be fine,” said Ted, “I could use a coffee.”

They sat at one of the long row tables, near the centre of the room. Given the enormity of David’s discovery, before flying east, Ted had secured approval from Hank and Gloria to tell David everything, which he did, in a very precise manner. When he finished, he looked at David and said:

“I have been authorised to invite you to become a part of this. Your contribution and efforts would play an integral part in carrying out the Plan.”

David was stunned. From what Ted had revealed to him, he knew they were powerful enough, in their own right, to succeed. He also knew that it would be extraordinary – beyond his imagination – to be involved in such a daring plan. He wanted in. David stood, extended his hand to Ted and agreed.

“Excellent. Our team back in BC is very anxious to hear from me, and I have very good news to present to them. Thank you, Dr. Heath, and welcome aboard.”

After leaving the Institute, Ted called Hank MacDougall on his cell phone. Without being descriptive, he simply told him that everything was go. As he flew out of Halifax on his way to Victoria, Ted could not believe their good fortune. One of the biggest difficulties they were facing, with the Plan, may have just been resolved.

After the meeting, and before leaving the Institute, David wrote out his letter of resignation to the Chairman of the Institute, citing personal reasons and that he was now retired. He wrote e-mails to his closest associates, describing the same thing. He found a box, filled it with personal items from his desk, grabbed the picture of the luminous fish from the wall, went to the security reception area, signed himself out, and left.

Before the next week passed, Dr. David Heath removed himself from academia and professional life in his beloved Nova Scotia. He quickly and quietly closed down and sold his Dartmouth cottage and his car, and transferred all his liquid assets to the Bank of Vancouver Island.

On the way to the airport, he paused to take a last look at Halifax Harbour. David loved the magnificent deep water port. It came to fame over two world wars as one of the greatest assets that the free world had. Supplies had been shipped to England and the Allied European forces during the wars; it had been the scene of some of the greatest merchant marine convoys of all time. He hoped the Americans would treat it well.