Dominic stood in the energy center conducting tests on the earlier "power failure." He knew it wasn't true. They had extensive backup generators and their own power backup if all their generators failed. Which was very unlikely. He ran scans on the reactor controls. When they completed and displayed on the screen, he was dumbfounded. The reactors computer control system had been hacked. The hacker had reconfigured the computer to not use the power from the generators or their power supply. But to use a supply of his own. With no doubt not much more power than was necesarry for him to escape and get away from the reactor. He had to get a name or something concrete to give to the police. Keith popped into his brain: the way his sandy blonde hair framed his face and the way his shirt clung to his chest. Dominic jerked himself out of the daze and reminded himself that he had to look for the saboteur. Also he was in an energy laboratory with many buttons and switches, his mind could not wander. One wrong button push could be catastrophic. But Keith's memory persisted until they were kissing and back in the lab like they were three hours ago. He wondered where Keith was now. Turning to the clock he saw it was nine. "Holy crap way past quitting time. " He shut down his workstation and made a note to search more tomorrow. Walking down the corridor he retrieved his coat, car keys, and other personal things he needed from his locker and exited the building. Dominic got into his blue sedan and started the engine. Pulling out his phone he looked at it and willed Keith to call. When his phone vibrated his spirits lifted and he looked at the display. A new text was displayed with the words, "You shouldn't have done that." The number was blocked and Dominic was scared. He quickly closed the message and dialed the non-emergency line for the NYPD.
"NYPD how can I help you," said an operator with disinterest.
"Hello I just received a possible threatening text message and I was wondering if there is a way you could trace it?"
"Well we can."
"Great would you like me to bring my phone in?"
"Sir we are swamped now can you wait until the morning please," asked the operator with disregard.
"Um. I suppose. Oh by the way you wouldn't by any chance know where Lieutenant Richards is now?"
"I do not. Also I cannot give out information about our officers."
"Ok well thank you anyways. Good bye." After disconnecting he stared down at his phone. But he broke the spell of it and drove home. He would dream of Keith that night.