Book 3, Burton Crane
Chapter 10THE VICTORIAN BUILDINGS OF Asgard Park lay basking in the sun, suitably framed in pastoral beauty, and cooled by the brisk summer breeze. The grassland and meadows had a fresh luster after yesterday’s rain.
Walking from the parking lot, Burton Crane found this an idyllic setting for the world’s best brains to study their alter egos. The Institute had no profitable defense contracts to offset its prohibitive costs; the work here was all pleasantly academic. It was hard to imagine, that a lurking colossus from the prehistoric days of Hoover, hid behind this cultured varnish. Still shaken after his meeting with Hugh, the implications were enormous. Old hands like Hugh did not use Hoover’s name lightly. His warning was serious. If Hoover shrank from these guys,
