18370327 08:56:50

18370327 08:56:50

Daron lazily sauntered to his front door, despite the rhythm of the strikes becoming louder and not relenting in pace. This person was in a definite rush to see him. The fact that the knocking didn't stop became increasingly irritating to him, and that irritation descended into a kind of dread once he was able to see who was standing on the other side of the door. When he opened it, he kept his hand on door knob and didn't speak first.
"Mr. Hoobler, we need to speak."
"Very well, Reverend. Could you give me a moment to ready myself? I'll be making coffee, would you like some?"
"Nah, Mr. Hoobler, that won't be needed, and this will only take a moment. You don't even need to dress yourself proper Please just allow me a few moments to speak, that's all I request."
"As you wish." Daron wasn't awake enough to properly conceal the contempt in his voice.
He led Reverend Tarro to his kitchen and gestured to the cluttered wooden table with a hand, then walked over to the bucket on the ground to collect some water in a pot, then delicately laid the pot onto the stove to prepare it for boiling. Reverend Tarro didn't wait for Daron to sit at the table with him.
"Mr. Hoobler, I wish to speak with you about a few individuals who have apparently made arrangements to reside in this city, namely Doctors Adewa Kufo and Garr Peterson. If I'm not mistaken, you had the opportunity to speak with them directly once they had arrived here, yes?"
"I did, yes." He opened the door to the stove to throw some small twigs and leaves inside, which were subsequently ignited by a lit match. He continued to speak once he had sat down at the table opposite of the Reverend. "They are graduates of Fourah Bay, and they seem to have an equal desire to conduct scientific research as well as be good citizens here. I take it you have a different opinion of them?"
"Well, did they inform you about their reason for wanting to be here? Why they were essentially exiled from the States and had nowhere else they could go but here?"
"No, though it didn't occur to me to have done so."
"Mr. Hoobler, I'll leave these with you." Reverend Tarro leaned back in the wooden chair with enough weight to cause the frame to audibly creak from the strain as he dug into his pants pocket and pulled the paper out. "This is a page from a Christian journal which I subscribe to. A topic of note are the identification of persons who commit sins against the word of God in the supposed name of science and knowledge. Both of those men, both Kufo and Petereson, were named for their participation of a project in which they used materials from deceased human fetuses to conduct their work. This amoral and abhorrent action cannot be tolerated by anyone who calls themselves the followers of Jesus, such as yourself. These two men must be compelled to leave immediately."
"Reverend, I-"
"On the assumption that you agree with it, I can see it having that proclamation be stated in the paper and to be printed out for public record."
"Reverend, I think you might be hasty in this reaction, because-"
"Hasty? Read this paper! Read it! There is solid proof of their heinous crimes, and we cannot allow that here! We-"
"Reverend, your voice. Please."
The man glared through unblinking eyes and held a quiver in his jaw as he forced himself to remain quiet for the moment.
"Thank you. Now, Reverend, we need to consider that those men were once people like myself who had no other place to go. We also need to consider that the future of all mankind, and us within it, depend on our cultivation and expansion of knowledge. If we exile these men, we could set a dangerous tone that keeps other men like them out. If we foster them, we could gain an advantage over time."