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SUSSEX COUNTY, NJ

OCTOBER 5

"I understand what you're saying, miss, but I can't find your name on the list."

The young guard at the gate, so young his face still sported a few pimples, looked flustered as he stood outside his kiosk, staring at his hand-held computer; he pushed buttons and stared again, shaking his head.

Romy felt sorry for him but couldn't let that show. She'd shoved the court papers in his face, demanding entrance, and now she glared at him from the driver's seat of her car.

"Then call someone whocan find my name," she said through clenched teeth, "or I'll shut this whole damn place down and you'll be lucky if you find a job pumping gas in downtown Paterson!"

He ducked inside his kiosk and made a hurried phone call. A moment later he stepped out and pointed to a small parking area to her right.

"Pull over there, please. Someone's coming down."

Muttering unintelligibly under her breath, Romy complied. Then she turned off her engine, leaned back, and smiled. This was working out just as she'd planned.

Minutes later a small four-seater helicopter lifted over the wooded rise dead ahead and buzzed toward her. It set down in the field on the far side of the road. A man stepped out of the front passenger seat and strode toward her. He didn't duck as most people do while under the whirling blades, didn't have to clutch a hat to his head because he was bareheaded, didn't have to worry about the vortex mussing his hair because it was cut too short to matter. He walked erect, purposefully, but with no sense of urgency, as if he knew within a centimeter the locations of the blades slicing the air above his scalp.

The wordmilitary flashed in Romy's brain like a neon sign as she took in his broad shoulders, measured step, straight spine. Or at least ex-military. She put him in his early forties. And judging from his skin tones, black hair and eyes, Romy bet on a heavy Latino ancestry. Not a bad-looking man. Attractive in an animal sort of way.

"Ms. Cadman," he said as he reached her car. He didn't smile, didn't offer his hand. "We weren't expecting you so early."

"According to your gate man you weren't expecting me at all."

"He only has the morning list. Your arrival is scheduled for one o'clock."

"One o'clock?" she said. "Ridiculous! Why would I waste half a day?"

He pulled open her car door. "Step out, please."

He said it like a cop. Romy saw no reason why not, so she swiveled in her seat - giving him a good shot of her legs before she adjusted her skirt - and stood before him.

Maybe that had been a mistake. A shiver ran over her skin as his eyes raked her blazer, blouse, and skirt. She'd seen eyes like that before. On a crocodile. She felt naked.

"You'll want this next, I suppose," she said, fumbling for her OPRR ID card and handing it to him.

"You read my mind," he said as he took the card. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth but didn't quite make it to his eyes. "That could mean trouble." He handed it back. "Welcome to SimGen, Ms. Cadman. I'm Luca Portero, Chief of Security here."

"The head man? Should I be flattered?"

She'd read up on a number of the key people in SimGen, and Luca Portero was one of them. She'd never seen him, but knew his folder: Army Special Forces, decorated in Afghanistan, honorable discharge with the rank of sergeant after twenty years in; hired by SimGen within weeks of his discharge.

"A visit from OPRR is an occasion."

"Get used to it," she said. "If I have my way, we'll be here every week."

His smile froze, then faded. "We'll use the copter to take us to the center of the campus. It's faster."

"I'm here today as vanguard for the full inspection team; to do that I must see the facilities firsthand -  from ground level."

"Of course. We'll pick up a car at center campus and continue from there."

Once inside the helicopter, conversation was impossible, especially with Romy in the rear and Portero up front next to the pilot. The security chief spent the time talking into his headset, and did not look happy.

So Romy took in the scenery. The trees were showing off their vivid fall colors but she could not let that distract her. She was looking for concealed roads, hidden installations, anything not visible in the aerial photos that might escape OPRR inspection. But she saw nothing.

Romy caught her breath as the copter cleared a hill and the center of the SimGen campus flashed into view. The glass sides of the buildings, none taller than six stories, picked up the hues of the neighboring hillsides and made them their own, integrating the manmade structures into their surroundings. As much as she hated the company, she had to admit it appeared to be a beautiful place to work.

She knew the layout of the campus by heart and immediately identified the taller executive and administration buildings. She wasn't interested in those; her inspection team would be focusing on the natal center, the sim dormitories and training centers, and the two research buildings - general and basic.

Zero had told her he was particularly interested in the basic research facility. He'd mentioned mysterious shipments in and out of an enclosed loading dock near its northwest corner, and that only a select few were allowed anywhere near the place. But was that all he knew? Was the basic research facility so secret even his high-up contacts didn't know what went on inside...or wouldn't tell him? Or did Zero already know and want OPRR to expose it?

What could they be doing in there that was so sensitive? Her mind flashed lurid images of experiments on human subjects, or Doctor Moreau - type vivisections, or hideous failed splices, locked in cages with their claws or tentacles reaching through the bars. She doubted it was anything that exciting. And she'd find out soon enough, wouldn't she.

Squinting against the glare of the morning sun, she located the building and spotted a medium-size delivery truck backing into a shedlike structure jutting from its flank. She reached for the binoculars in her shoulder bag - the set with a spycam concealed within - but changed her mind. She might find a better use for them later - no sense in letting Portero know now that she'd brought them along.

As she watched, a corrugated steel door rolled down, sealing the truck in the shed.

Romy could understand the need for an enclosed loading dock on a windy winter day, but the weather was positively balmy this morning. The only other purpose would be to conceal what was being loaded or unloaded.

When the copter landed, Portero led her to a blue Jeep Geronimo, one of many wheeling through the campus.

"Do you buy these by the dozen?" she asked.

"Four-wheel drive is not a luxury here, especially in the winter. When it snows in these hills, itsnows ."

Once they were seated within he gave her another penetrating up-and-down look. "Are all the OPRR investigators so beautiful?"

Puh-leese! Romy thought. She wanted to tell him to save his imagined wit and charm but decided it might be best not to acknowledge the compliment.

"I'm considered OPRR's plain Jane," she said brusquely. "I'd like to begin with the research facilities."

Portero started the engine. "They're not ready for you yet. We'll start with the natal center."

"I prefer research first, then natal. It's a more natural progression."

"If it was up to me, I'd take you anywhere you want to go," he said.

Why don't I believe that?

He went on: "And if you'd arrived at your scheduled time, I'd be wheeling us there right now. But the powers that be say that if you insist on starting with research, you can wait in one of our empty offices until one o'clock and start then. But if you wish to get to work immediately, natal is available."

Score one for you, Romy thought, hiding her frustration. After all, she was a professional.

"Very well. Natal it is."

But don't look so smug, she thought as she watched Portero put the Jeep in gear. The game has just begun.