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      I looked at Paul. “Paul, Katie said you don’t want anything. Well, you won’t get anything from us then.”

      Dinner arrived. We made small talk about my unit and the troopers. Paul looked deep in thought. After dinner, Paul suggested a walk in the park. It was a nice night for a walk. Paul was quiet until we were deep in the park.

      “Jim, I need data from the soldiers in your unit.”

      I asked, “Why?”

      “I can’t say why.”

      I told Paul, “You can say, you just won’t tell me.”

      Paul was quiet for a few minutes. “OK, I’ll tell you, but this must stay between us please.” Paul started with a history of his grandfather’s work. When we finished the walk, I promised to provide anything he wanted.

      At the hotel, Katie joined me in my room. I saw a strange look in her eyes.

      “Thanks for being so understanding.”

      I looked at Katie. “It makes sense, the troopers are so different that no one understands them. So how much can you bench press?”

      Katie smiled. “How much do you think?”

      “Probably more than me.”

      Katie asked, “What about the exercise?”

      I looked at Katie. “What of it?”

      “Are you going to let them run the battle.”

      “Katie, I will meet with the company on Monday to pass some information.”

      “Like what?”

      “I have to instill in them the fact they must adapt to the battle. It doesn’t work the other way around.”

      Katie looked lost. “What do you mean?”

      “A battle plan is only good until you meet the enemy. The enemy is trying to outmaneuver your forces. You have to do it to the enemy first.”

      “Then what do you do?”

      “Katie, you must adapt to the flow of battle to win. Counter anything the enemy does.”

      Katie lit up. “I see. What if they don’t?”

      “Then they will lose.”

      Chapter 3

      As I entered the high-rise I thought about how I hated big cities. I Walked to the front desk.

      “I have an appointment with Mr. Collins.”

      “Your name sir?”

      “Michael James.”

      “Mr. James, please go to elevator four. It will take you to the Penthouse.”

      “Thank you.”

      I walked to elevator four, finding the doors open. Once inside the elevator, the doors quickly closed and the elevator lifted. When the door opened two security guards were waiting.

      “Sir, we need to pat you down.”

      As the guards patted him down, one guard took his cellphone.

      “This goes in the tub, you won’t need it.”

      When they were satisfied, one escorted Michael to see Mr. Collins.

      “Welcome, Mr. James. I’m Jonathan Julius Collins.”

      “Thank you, Mr. Collins. How can I be of service?”

      “Yes, well, a scientist we believe is doing unethical—maybe illegal—research. We would like you to investigate.”

      “OK, what do you have already?”

      “We have some historical data. He is involved in genetic research.”

      “Can I get access to this data?”

      “It will be made available.”

      “Then if I can get some information to familiarize myself with, I can get started.”

      “The envelope Reginald has is some background information.”

      “Good, then I shall take it and get started. I’ll be in touch, Mr. Collins.

      Michael took the envelope and returned to the elevator. As Michael waited, he looked over some information about Dr. Paul Minder. When the elevator opened, a middle-aged gentleman got off.

      “Evening, Doc. Mr. Collins is waiting for you.”

      Michael read as the elevator dropped. Getting out on the first floor, Michael put the papers in his jacket pocket. Outside the high-rise, Michael pulled out his cellphone. As he walked to the subway, he dialed.

      “Hi, bro, what’s up?”

      “Sis, I have a big job. I might need some help.”

      “What’s the job?”

      “Not until I get there.”

      “Sure, bro. See you soon.”

      I took the subway to Greenwich Village. Getting off, I went to do some window shopping. Checking in each window for anyone following me. Six blocks from the subway, I entered Greg’s Tavern. I walked straight through without stopping, out the back door and into the alley. I went to the store next door. I swiped a badge on the door and went inside Mary’s clothing store.

      “Hi, Mary, how’s business.”

      “Hi, Mike. Good to see you. Business is good.” Mary grabbed a broom. “Let me see if the coast is clear.”

      Mary went out the front door. As she swept off the front steps and the sidewalk, she looked for anyone loitering. Mary returned and put the broom back. “It looks all clear out there.”

      “Thanks, Mary, I’ll see you later.”

      Walking out the front door, I turned right and crossed the street. At the corner, I caught a cab. I gave the driver a corner to drop me off at. On the way, I tried to find out who the doctor was. I had seen him somewhere before. I paid the fare and got out. I walked to the alley. I walked halfway up the alley and swiped my badge on a door. Inside, I took a freight elevator up. On the upper floor, Sean opened the elevator.

      “Thanks, Sean. Sis, I need data on a Dr. Minder.”

      “OK, Bro. Coming up.”

      I looked over April’s shoulder as she worked the computer. “Hold up, sis. Who is that person in the picture?”

      “That’s Dr. Pelkey. He’s an authority in biotechnology. Five years ago, he put an implant into a young girl so she could walk.”

      “How did that work out?”

      “I went to MIT with her. She won’t run any races, but she can walk.”

      “Get me everything you can on the good doctor.”

      “You got it, bro. Not sure what he has to do with this job.”

      “He came in just as I was leaving the penthouse. What does Mr. Collins need from Dr. Pelkey?”

      “Maybe he’s funding some research.”

      “Maybe, but what research is the question.”

      “Mike, can I get an apartment for hacking? I might find some systems to hack.”

      “Sure, sis. I’ll set one up in Eatontown, New Jersey.”

      “Thanks, bro, come look at this. Dr. Minder has a daughter. Jane Minder, assistant secretary of the army for manpower and reserve affairs.”

      “Wow, not what I expected. Look, his father was into genetic engineering.”

      “Like father, like son. They both studied the same thing.”

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