The World from a Madman's Point of View

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"You're going to excercise extreme caution while transporting Kestner back to Rheinland. I've got faith, but don't want to see you in a body bag," said the Deputy Director. He pressed a button on the holophone on his desk. "Send him in."

With a hiss the door of the small, squalid office slid open. Gregory Michaels turned his head ever so slightly to see a huge heavy-set man step inside the office through the door behind him. The man wore an yellow jumpsuit and kept his hands behind his back. The door hissed shut.

Was this Kestner? thought Michaels. The photograph had been too unclear for Michaels to actually determine the madman's real build, but the man in the yellow jumpsuit simply looked too different from Michaels's image of Kestner.

"Andrew Lee," said the Deputy Director, "LSF. He will also double as your extra protection."

The heavy-set man behind Michaels nodded.

"Mr. Lee has been posing as a prisoner here on Fairbanks for the past five months. He will be occupying the cell opposite that of Kestner's on the Prison Liner," said the Deputy Director.

"Do you really think that this is necessary?" asked Michaels.

"I don't doubt your ability, Lieutenant," said the Deputy Director, "but I do want to take every precaution. Besides, it would be a disappointment to the Rheinlanders if we failed to deliver."

"The liner will be escorted by a complement of four Avengers and a gunboat. A cruiser will be waiting at the Hudson gate for you, but you are to take the Bering gate. There, a Rheinlander squadron will join the LSF escort."

"So the cruiser is a diversion?" asked Michaels.

"Yes," said a voice boomed behind Michaels.

Though his periferal vision allowed him to see the man, Michaels turned around to face Andrew Lee. The man extended a hand.

"Special Agent Andrew Lee," grinned the man, "but those who really know me call me 'Cutter.'"

"Lt. Greg Michaels, Navy," said Michaels, clasping the man's hand.

Lee suddenly gripped down on Michaels's hand. Surprised, Michaels pulled his hand from the man's grip.

"Heh," smiled Lee, "you just make sure you do that if Kestner offers to shake your hand."

"Why's that?"

"Cybernetics, don't want to deal with that."

Michaels looked at the Deputy Director, and frowned. "Cybernetics? What else haven't you told me?"

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