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the same time, here it comes at last.
"Vogel is a man of heavy sexual needs, but he's also a total paranoid because he
has to be to survive. He has a project, a hobby, that's highly offensive to
anybody but something he does anyway. It's called schwartzenbrood, or something
like that. He acquires, trains, and even breeds black women. He picks them
according to rigid criteria, acquires them only from other area gruppenfuehrers,
and they alone are his personal household staff. They prepare his meals, and
test them first, and they make his bed, dress him, even bathe him. He treats
them more like pets than people. When he gets new women, he always spends some
time with them in the Safe Room."
I got that ugly twinge in the pit of my stomach. "You want to slip me in as one
of them? And take him in the Safe Room and get him to the Labyrinth through the
tunnel?" He didn't say nothin', so I added, "You got to be jokin'."
"He's arranged to purchase three women from a man he's done business with many
times before down in southern Virginia. He trusts this man as much as he trusts
anyone, because he's got concrete evidence that the man is both a thief and a
traitor, which he is. This man's under constant watch by the secret police; he
only lives from day to day at Vogel's whim. We, however, can pull a substitution
there thanks to our own agents and resources. Vogel's men then pick them up and
take them, and you, to the manor. One of the girls is nearly a dead ringer for
you-not identical and probably not related, but so close that it's mostly a
matter of switching fingerprint cards. You get in, and he takes you to the Safe
Room. We'll be monitoring you all the way thanks to a tracer we can put inside
your body that even Vogel's best won't discover."
"He'd never buy it," I told him. "Hell, Bill, I'm kinda fat and without my
glasses I couldn't see you behind your desk, there. I know I don't talk real
good, but I sure as hell can't keep up no Gone With the Wind act for maybe days
or weeks. If he's as careful as you say he's gonna check anyways. And even if I
got that far, how am I gonna take him? He looks like a pretty big guy in that
picture there."
"You forget our technology. When we snatched that courier and interrogated him,
we had to make him forget that he was ever found out, let alone questioned, and
do it so that even somebody else with our technology couldn't discover it.
Otherwise, we couldn't have taken even that risk with him. You will be
absolutely authentic so that even drugs and hypnoscans will not show you as
anything other than what we want you to appear. Only when you are actually in
his rooms will everything suddenly come back to you, clearly, completely, and
thoroughly. At that point, you'll be able to switch the persona on and off as
needed or required-but, of course, you wouldn't stand hard interrogation from
that point. We've done it before. We also might be able to temporarily increase
your vision by certain techniques, at least for a week or two. Not
twenty-twenty, but much better than now. We don't dare apply any sort of contact
or surgical correction, of course. Somebody there might notice. What do you
think?"
"I think it stinks," Sam growled. "How big is Vogel, anyway?"
"About six feet, maybe two hundred thirty pounds."
"You think he takes 'em in there to play house? How does she get a weapon?
Brandy's pretty strong and she's okay in the chop-chop stuff, but you can't
depend on that in this case."
"We don't intend to. We have capsules that will defy a dentist's examination and