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by Bill Wetterman


  “Lovey will remain her name for now,” he said to Kolb. “The president knows her by that name. Pendleton and his friends recognize her as Laverna Smythe Pendleton. She may be the first agent to spend a career with one name.”

  “Yes, that may have to be a permanent change in our plans,” Kolb said, twirling a strand of hair around with her finger. “I’m sorry I had to go over your head about the implant.”

  “Forgiven.” He swallowed his dislike. He had to work with the woman.

  “I’ve reset Peacock’s controls to normal mode. Her training’s complete. Have Carna keep her busy today learning Sherman’s command communications. I’ll finish Polaris and his team’s training on how to adjust Peacock’s emotional responses. He still needs work on how to dull memories, how to increase her attack and defense mode, and how to increase or decrease her libido.”

  “She’ll have no idea we are fiddling with her brain?”

  “She’ll know, but she won’t care. That’s why our new device is so insidiously brilliant. Everything she does will seem normal to her at the time. Her conscious thoughts will trigger her reactions. Her subconscious is in the hands of her controllers.”

  Kolb furrowed her brows. “She’s the ultimate weapon without need of robotics.”

  “So what if I want her to cuddle her son?” Ursa asked.

  “She will, and she’ll enjoy it.”

  “What if I want her to kill her son?”

  “She will without hesitation.”

  “You don’t really believe she’d kill her son.”

  Kolb sighed. “Not yet, but I’m working on that.”

  “What about when we again put her back into normal mode?”

  “Every action she’s taken will feel justified to her.”

  Business was business. His attempts to alter Peacock’s fate had failed. So Ursa opened a bottle of wine. “Let’s have a toast to the ultimate human female weapon.”

  “Don’t be sexist. She is the ultimate human weapon. Period.”

  He gathered Peacock’s support team around him. Twelve people in all were there, absent Peacock.

  “To Peacock, alias Laverna,” Ursa said and raised his glass. “Cheers.”

  The End

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter 1 Day 1

  Chapter 2 Day 366

  Chapter 3 Day 404

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5 Day 475

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7 Day 480

  Chapter 8 Day 481

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16 Day 550

  chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19 Day 582

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27 Day 651

  Chapter 28 Day 660

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31 Day 671

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36 Day 882

  Chapter 37 Day 911

 

 

 


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