Oregon,â she said, her tone sounding skeptical. âThe second professor was shot superficially in the. . .buttocks.â
âOuch. Been there. Let me guess, you donât think this was your typical home invasion.â
âNo, Jake, I donât. Their lab was also trashed and their computers stolen.â
Jake hated to think this, but if he had to bet, it sounded like some intelligence agency. âWho do you suspect?â
âThatâs the problem, Jake. It could be anyone.â
âIt sounds like you need to make sure the FBI investigates this,â he said.
âTheyâre not even looking at it,â she muttered, a lowering of her head as she shook it back and forth. âThey consider it a local law enforcement problem. And, of course, the Agency doesnât operate within our borders.â
Not officially, he knew. But the lines between domestic and foreign intelligence seemed to be fading with each year.
âWhat do you want me to do?â he asked her.
âI want you to find this other professor, James Tramil.â
âFind him?â
âYeah, he went missing,â she said. âHeâs a smart guy and came up with the same conclusion I did. Reported the link between his shooting and the lab destruction to the campus police and the Corvallis cops. Of course they didnât see it his way. I think heâs on the run with his research.â
Jake thought that over and had to admit this technology could be significant, assuming it worked as advertised. âYouâve read the patent application,â he said. âDo you know the significance?â
âI think so,â she answered. âIt sounds like they can take a small projectile, launched from anywhere in the U.S., and have it hit with GPS accuracy anywhere in the world.â
It was even better than that. âExactly. Itâs a nanotech weapon sent at hypersonic speed. The actual warhead, if you want to call it that, could be the size of a bullet, but could take out a tank. . .or an individual, depending on needs. This would make our strategic Air Force obsolete, our nuclear arsenal a relic, our overseas basing unnecessary. Some Air Force captain sitting in a bunker could assassinate the leader of Zimbabwe with a push of the button.â
She seemed to sink deeper into the Town Car leather seat. âI hadnât thought of that.â
âWhy isnât the military all over this?â he asked.
âDARPA has been trying to recruit those two professors for years, but they were both staunchly independent.â
Suddenly a muffled sound started coming from the back of the car, followed by more vehement pounding, startling the congresswoman.
âIs that my driver?â she asked.
âYeah, we should probably let him out.â But he ignored the pounding for a moment and continued. âWhat do you want me to do with this professor once I find him?â
She looked puzzled. âHeâll have to be debriefed by our military intelligence and the Agency.â
What she meant was detained for his safety and stashed away to do his research in seclusion. He would be no better than a prisoner punching out license plates, and lose all rights to profit from his patent. Well, that and his ability to kill one despot or millions of people with the press of a button. Jake guessed the guy had first started off by trying to eliminate the need for nukes. But in the end he would simply replace the unthinkable with the possible.
âWhat are your current rates for consultation?â she asked him rather sheepishly.
He hated this part of his consultation business. After the past few deals, he really didnât need the money. But to keep things legit, he needed to be compensated in some way. âLetâs worry about that at a later date. You donât want me to be linked to you in any way at this time.â
âRight. Especially after that video from your
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