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trauma.” He leaned back in her chair, his eyes hard. “Do you want to back out, Ms. O'Toole? The physical work alone will be demanding. If you factor in Sam's mental state and disorientation, your job's going to be damned ticklish.”
    “Why didn't Admiral Howe tell me about this when he called?”
    “He wasn't certain then. Sam hasn't stayed conscious very long. When he was conscious, the pain was overwhelming, so tests were impossible.”
    Annie closed the file, gripping it tightly. “Is there any evidence of brain damage?” she whispered.
    “None so far.”
    “I want the truth, Mr. Teague.”
    “Call me Izzy, please.”
    “Fine. I need all the cards on the table, Izzy. What's Sam's exact mental condition?”
    “First answer a question. Are you still in?”
    Annie squared her shoulders. “Of course I'm in. Why would Sam's loss of memory change anything?”
    “Some people might consider it too big a burden. I'm glad you're not one of them.” He gently slid the file from her fingers and returned it to his briefcase. “You can finish reading this later. Here's the bottom line. Sam's mental condition is guarded but optimistic. There should be a gradual recovery of his memory, but the time frame is uncertain. He's been on numerous medications since the surgery, and those could be a factor, too.”
    Annie took a deep breath, digesting the news.
    “Now I'd like to go over some mission objectives with you.”
    “Mission what?”
    “Sorry.” Izzy scratched his jaw. “What I mean is, we need to work out Sam's schedule, your responsibilities, and what you're going to say to your staff.”
    Things were moving too fast. Annie had a sudden sense that her life was about to change in ways she couldn't imagine. “Why should I tell them anything?”
    “Sam's presence here has to stay secret. That means his quarters will be off limits to anyone but you and me. You'll need a good reason for that.”
    “Lots of high-profile guests come here to recover from cosmetic surgery. My staff won't question a private visitor if I explain we're doing special rehab.”
    “Good. That makes one less hole to plug.” Izzy swung back to her computer, rebooting the system. The new screen image was crisp, without any sign of jagged red lines. “I changed your BIOS and operating system while I was waiting for you.”
    “How? That bug has been driving me nuts for a month.”
    “It was a simple reroute. Then I added a few subroutines.”
    “You're not going to start speaking Computer, I hope.”
    Izzy grinned. “I'll try to restrain myself. The point is, your system needs to interface with my equipment. When Sam gets here, we'll use yours for basic communication and logistics, so I've added a little encryption program, along with some speed modifications. You'll love it.”
    Encryption program?
    Speed modifications?
    Yet again Annie had the premonition that she was getting in over her head. “I can handle a computer, but you just got way out of my league.”
    Izzy's smile was reassuring. “No problem. It's designed to be user friendly.” He glanced down at his watch. “I'd better get us both a cup of coffee, because we have a lot of ground to cover. You're going to need an updated security system for yourpersonal quarters and courtyard. I presume that Sam will stay in your house?”
    Annie nodded. “That's the best way to monitor his progress.”
    “The security installation shouldn't take more than a few hours. I'll need you to carry a pager at all times, along with a secure cell phone.” He handed her a slim gray unit wired to a low-profile earplug.
    Annie grimaced. “I have to carry this all the time?”
    “After a while you won't even know it's there. I'm also installing a private intercom, so Sam is never out of touch.”
    Though her head was spinning, Annie managed a laugh. “Why do I feel as if this is a Bond film and you're Q?”
    Izzy's grin was a cocky slash. “I'm way beyond Q, ma'am.”
    Outside the door, Annie's