Who even needs two hundred pounds of confetti?
After letting the giggles out, I turn to the manifest and start picking through dates. Counting on my fingers, I can’t seem to find any sort of a pattern here in the intervals or in the calendar, either. On a lark I spend about five minutes drawing up a rudimentary calendar for 1999 and 2000, and circle dates that had strikes. I don’t know what I was expecting to find. I guess I thought it would be like a Scantron form, where if you have a certain sequence of answers it looks like you’re spelling something out. Needless to say, it didn’t result in much more than alerting me to the fact that my pen is finally running out of ink.
I wonder if I’m going about this the wrong way. Maybe it’s not that I should be looking for a pattern, but looking at why someone would go to such a length to avoid leaving a pattern. I’m reminded of what Bert said: if you work the same area over and over, it draws suspicion to that area. The problem is, whoever is doing this is able to match Bert step-for-step. The only way Bert is able to do all this scamming is because he has a warp-walk unit.