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delightfully wicked about this particular orchestration that
satisfies somewhat of an erotic nature."
Lynch shifted his attention to another man. "Jon, how's
the ID coming?"
Jon Cameron was as lean as a rake and had a cocaine
habit that coincided with the intensity of the computer se-
curity systems. The more risky the gig, the more he leaned

on the blow, but Lynch had to admit the drug did seem to
enhance his performance. "I've got three of them so far."
"Show me."
Cameron worked the keyboard. His monitor cleared, then
a computer-enhanced image still from the Dragon's Gate
took shape rapidly, pixel by pixel, like a puzzle falling into
place. The hacker hit the keys again, shrinking and shifting
the picture to the upper left comer. A window opened on
the screen and revealed two more pictures of the same man
in more ordinary full and profile shots. Text sped across
the bottom of the screen.
"Meet Commander James Redmond Conrad," Cameron
said, "leader of special SEAL Team Knock-Knock.
Twenty-nine years old. Been in the Navy since he was eigh-
teen. A SEAL the past seven years. Took his first ops mis-
sion in Panama during the Noriega fiasco. I can also tell
you his birthday, inseam size and favorite color as of his
last psych eval two months ago."
"Set it up and shunt it over to Kalico's machine."
"Done, boss. If I get any more, she'll have those, too."
Lynch nodded and turned to Sym. On the computer mon-
itors, interrupted only for brief flickers by the storm, the
deadly combat continued to take place. It was easier to
distinguish the Navy SEALs now: they were the ones tak-
ing a savage beating. Still, they were holding their own,
running up the North Korean military casualties.
"You see, General," Lynch said, "that's why your gov-
ernment contracted me for this job. In one evening, I'm
going to give you more ammunition against the United
States than all those fissionable materials will do. This is a
black eye that's not going to go away easily."
"Still, you've not said where the fissionable materials
are," Sym replied.
"They'll be along," Lynch said, tuming back to the





monitor. "Getting them here was even easier than orches-
trating this play. But I trust my intelligence circles more
than I trust the North Korean military's." On the screen,