25
NSA Headquarters, Laboratory.
“Knuckles,” Uncle Bill said, “you do the honors.”
Knuckles took the canister of microfilm from Jana and dumped the contents into a flat, stainless steel dish on the countertop. He then donned a pair of cloth laboratory gloves and picked up the yellowed strip of film. He stretched it flat underneath a huge magnifying lens and peered through the eyepiece. He looked up. “Well, this is going to take some digging. This has really seen some age. How old is this supposed to be?”
Talia replied, “The original operation began in 1965, so I suppose it dates back that far.”
Knuckles squinted through the magnifying lens. “If I’m not mistaken, this appears to be broken into two sections.”
“What do you mean?” Talia asked.
“From the looks of it, this bottom section
