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I haven’t even had a chance to visit Stef yet to get any details when another card arrived.

But when I did visit Stef, turn out she left one of the cards on my desk when I was away.

Because I consider her an ally I thought I could pry some information out of her, but her response was:

They have my kids.

They have terms.

Their eyes are everywhere.

Poor Stef, she’s been brainwashed.  The QA-Terrorists are winning.

It’s time to pull some George W. Bush Doctrine and start to fight them “over there.”

Developing . . .

Not even my lunch buddy is safe from these QA-terrorists.  He’s been infiltrated and was instructed to provide me with another card.

And when I got back to my desk, yet another card . . .

So now it appears I need talk to Stef.  I fear that I have also lost her to the Dark Side.

If I don’t make it through the day, tell DogGeeding that I love him.

Oh, and WifeGeeding.

And I guess BabyGeeding when she gets here.

I was a little late running into a meeting, but when I arrived the meeting organizer gave me another card.

I’m going to be heading out to lunch in a little bit, but I don’t plan on driving – no telling if a bomb is rigged to my engine.

But I’m going to leave this at my desk when I leave just in case another note appears.

Developing . . .

I just got out of meeting where a few of my Chicago coworkers mentioned they were transitioning off my current project.  At the end of that meeting, one of them handed my an envelope and mentioned that she got me something, I thanked her thinking it was something BabyGeeding related.

But no.

It was another clue.

I’m trying not to look “too concerned” but a quick inspection of the premises didn’t turn up anything, and I’m not hearing any chirping, growling, or any other animal noises coming from my drawers, so that’s a good thing.

I also haven’t identified any noticeable odors, so for now, I’m putting off calling the haz-mat team.

My guess so far is that I’m getting a pony.

I fear the Dark Side.

Developing . . .