Suddenly, she heard talking behind her, and the loud clunking of boot heels on the floor. Two men emerged from the microfiche viewing room. One was tall, a little over six-foot, with short, black messy hair. He wore a short-sleeve red and green striped shirt which exposed his extremely hairy forearms. “Hairy Mike,” Melody thought wildly. Though his features were normal, and probably could be considered pleasing to look at as described by Darleen, Melody found him otherwise nondescript. The man next to him was almost a foot shorter, dirty looking, and wearing a worn and floppy cowboy hat. His appearance gave the impression that he had spent much of his life out on the plains, perhaps rustling dogies if such a job still existed. As he walked, the loud knocking of his boot heels filled the room.