"Potentially." Angleton stops finger-tapping. "CLUB ZERO is definitely getting ready to perform in London. The new research 'findings'"—Andy flushes—"are out in the wild and widely believed, and with any luck they've swallowed them whole and are going for broke this time. They successfully stole a report on Agent CANDID's weapon, which I admit I did not anticipate, and they think they've stolen the Fuller Memorandum."

There's a sharp intake of breath from Choudhury, whose previous stuffed-shirt demeanor has evaporated. "That's what the break-in was about?"

Angleton nods. "As I said, the baited trap has been sprung. They're going to try and steal the Eater of Souls, bind him to service and use him as a Reaper. I cannot be certain of this, but I believe their logical goal would be to break down the Wall of Pain that surrounds the Sleeper in the Pyramid. With the Squadron grounded we've had perilously little recon info on the state of the Sleeper for the past two years—the drone over-flights had to be suspended due to erratic flight control software glitches—and during CASE NIGHTMARE GREEN, awakening the Sleeper will be an obvious goal for the cultists. Of course, the logical flaws in Dr. Ford's report will take somewhat longer to come to light, and I am confident that even if they mounted such an attack it would fail, but the collateral civilian damage would be unacceptable to our political masters." His smile is as ghastly as any nuclear war planner's.

"Why has nobody nuked the pyramid?"

Angleton inclines his head as he considers Choudhury's question. "There is a contingency plan for the Squadron to fly such an operation," he admits. "But it probably won't work, and it might disrupt the Wall of Pain. Can we take this up later? I believe we have an operation to mount—tonight."

"Tell us what to do." Andy lays his hands on the table. They're white with tension. "Are we going to be able to recover Bob?"

"I hope so." Angleton reaches into his pocket and produces a small cardboard box. "Here is a standard paper clip. Until yesterday, it spent nearly five years at the back of a drawer, in close proximity to another paper clip, which is currently attached to the false Fuller Memorandum. The clips were stored in close proximity inside a Casimir amplification grid designed to boost the contagion field. It should be quite receptive right now." He places it on the conference table and produces a conductive pencil from his breast pocket. "If you will excuse me?"

Angleton places a sheet of plain paper on the tabletop, then rapidly sketches an oddly warped pentacle, with curves leading off from its major vertices. Next, he shakes the paper clip from its box into the middle of the grid. Then he produces a sterile needle and expresses a drop of blood from his left little finger's tip, allowing it to fall on the paper clip. Finally he closes his eyes.