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Francis Island finally moved from the bar towards a side table.  There he began to watch the entrance intently.  After only a few minutes a small grossly dis-
figured manslid through the door.  He seemed to move sideways rather than forward.  He immediately saw Francis and began moving towards him.
   "So good you could finally come Mr. Island."
   The way his mouth moved seemed to defy any possibility of speach.
   "It's your time," Francis replied, without seeming to notice the mans comment.
   "I have something I wish for you to find and return, Mr. Island."
   Neither of their voice were very vailed, and their talk drifted across the room, evenas the man finally sat down across from Francis Island.
   "It is through a rift, otherwise I would do it myself," the man explained.
   "I doubt it," Francis replied looking straight at the man's unlevel eyes.
   The man coughed nervously and began to fidget with his hands.
   "You know how I price, let's hear about the job."