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With the appropriate deference, a touch of temerity and the most complete sanguinity, Abelard launched his presentation to the Predator. The astonished expressions, the furtive glances at the Predator, not even the furious whispering seemed to surprise Abelard. Indeed, if confidence had a name it would have found full expression in Abelard’s beguiling smile.

  Abelard’s first and only slide was hardly the stuff his audience was accustomed to see. Where were the polished graphics, the reams of numbers, the fluid motion, the useless but greatly entertaining special effects? In place of the habitual little-content-great-form show, the screen was a troubled landscape of childish doodles, little colour, not what one would describe as a business like picture.