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stick the needle point as close to the center of that implant as possible.”
    “Where is it?”
    “Just below the external occipital protuberance,” Jax answered and gave a sideways smile when Sunny frowned at him. “Sorry. The lump where your neck meets the base of your skull. I hadn’t heard of it either until yesterday.”
    Sunny felt the back of her head. She put her hand flat against her skull and seemed to be getting an idea of where on the subject the needle should impact.
    “The center of the implant should be about an inch below that little bump,” Jax instructed. “You need to slap it hard to ensure it works. If you feel you’ve missed the first time, try it again — a third time if you have to. Even a very small amount of the acid will short out the circuitry and make his receiver inoperable. Our remote viewer tells us we must do this in order to release Biotronics’ control over the guy.”
    Sunny thumbed the ring while scrutinizing it. “Acid? Transponder-tracking, acid-needle ring? Where’d you get this, Best Buy ?”
    “The transponder was an add on — it’s under the tape. I borrowed the ring itself from Gunny Sampson. You knew he collected war memorabilia of all sorts. This particular piece of jewelry came from his collection of antique spy weapons. I told him about the implant and this is what he came up with. It originally contained a very deadly concentration of blowfish poison. The OSS found it on the body of a Nazi spy during the closing days of World War II. They think he was on a mission to assassinate Eisenhower.”
    Sunny seemed shocked. “Jax, what are you asking me to do?”
    “Don’t worry, Sunny. It’s not poison this time. The acid is a diluted solution. At the most, it’ll cause a minor burn.”
    “And what do I say when I whack him — ‘How ‘bout those Yankees?’ It’s going to sting like hell.”
    “Tell him there was a wasp or a spider. Maybe better, a bee.”
    Sunny shook her head. “God, I hope this works.”
    “I can’t lie to you, Sunny. This is the most complex mission I’ve ever attempted — by a long shot. That’s why we had to go rogue. I knew our own government wouldn’t back us. Hope of success is small, but whether or not we will succeed isn’t the question. We must.”
    Jax reached over Sunny to a plastic file folder between the seats. He pulled out a smudged report of around twenty pages. It was stapled in one corner, the other corners curled up and creased as if it had been handled on a number of occasions, and not many of those times from behind a desk. In the middle of the top sheet was typed Project Brainstorm in what might have been a size twelve, Courier font. Below that was Robert Weller . In each of the four corners , TOP SECRET was stamped in large, red letters.
    Jax placed one foot next to Sunny’s on the floor of the DPV and laid the report on his thigh in easy view. He began, “His name is Robert Weller, and he is the key to Biotronics’ entire, incredible undertaking.”
    The major turned the top sheet. This page contained a poor quality, black-and-white photo in the upper left corner with the name Robert Weller underneath.
    Sunny squinted at the picture. Her gaze seemed to shift reluctantly from the photo to Jax. “I was hoping, somehow . . . it would be a picture of Dan.”
    “Robert Weller, Sunny.”
    She nodded. “What’s he got to do with this?”
    “At this point, the only information we have to go on is from our remote viewers, and they are unsure.”
    “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
    “I’m sorry, Sunny. All other intel sources are cold. And the information the RVs are receiving is unusually sketchy, even for remote viewers. None agree. One says a clone , another is calling him a replica . The others seem undecided and are only calling him the key .”
    “Mystery man, huh?” Sunny said, and stroked the face in the photo with her index finger.
    Personal information filled the rest of the page; birth date,