Colonel Finch walked across the flight line to the waiting Army staff car. By the time he got there, he was cold and wet and utterly disgusted with himself. Here he was, being summoned to the Pentagon to provide an update on the work he and his team were doing, and he was going to walk in there resembling a drowned rat.
He dropped into the back seat of the staff car and forced himself to relax. The moisture seeped through his clothing and he cursed again because he hadn"t bothered to check the weather report for Washington DC before he left home.
As the driver worked his way through the busy noontime traffic, Matt"s mind wandered back to the question which had nagged at him ever since he"d been summoned to the Pentagon. After all the years of work on this project, no one had ever shown a
