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Show Acting Alone Page 87 by the best agency the world has ever seen. And now that they were discreetly contracting themselves out to private concerns on the side, a whole new field of interest had opened up for Elder Cicerone. A whole new field - He glanced over his shoulder to see if his secretary was engrossed in the phonecall. His secretary was not looking at him. - of interest. He spread his arms out wide across the smoked, floor-to-ceiling plate glass, and gathered up all of the smoky city at his feet, along with Cheyenne Mountain and Pike's Peak, the Will Rogers Shrine way up there in the sky, The Trianon, Fort Carson, and, yes, oh yes, NORAD in the belly of Cheyenne Mountain, floundering like a giant helpless Jonah. And, best of all, the convent, standing on the site of the future Colorado Springs Temple, new and sparkling and beautiful in his strongest imagination. Good to be in this great state of Colorado for a change. Elder Cicerone had not been east of the Rockies in many moons. He had, without knowing it, allowed himself to be sunk into semi-retirement. But now the timid Prophet, Seer and Revelator who had tried to sink Elder Cicerone on a permanent basis was seriously ailing, and good Councillor Ezra had appropriated himself some extra authority as next in the line of succession. An energetic, courageous, imaginative man who'd also been put on hold temporarily by the new overcautious humanist administration, good Councillor Ezra had encouraged Elder Cicerone to go to Denver and resume his old "esoteric" activities for the church. "An organization without creativity is one dead in Jesus' eyes," Councillor Ezra had said. So Elder Cicerone had gone to Denver to |
