Somehow I still worried. But not for long. Soon Natasha was leading me into the huge, luxurious recreation hall and I was introduced to the rest of Cantwell's Team.
An interesting group-all in their twenties or thirties, and about equally divided as to s*x. More than a few had the gleam of a fanatic in their eyes, men and girls who obviously believed wholeheartedly in Cantwell's mad scheme to save the world from war. (They would have made excellent SADISTO agents, actually.) Others had a cynical glint in their eyes; they, obviously, were helping with the butchery because of the big money they'd been promised.
For a million dollars, a month, more or less, a lot of people will stoop to a lot of dirty things. Come to think of it, SADISTO agents stoop to a lot of dirty things for a lot less
