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“Yes, yes. We know. All outdated. All ridiculous programs.”
Ambrose waved away the obvious. “Billions have been wasted
because no one looked ten steps ahead. We boasted about
achievements before they were achievable. We all look like
fools and aren’t trusted because of it.
“Did you know our government conducted experiments in
psychic driving at one time?” Ambrose glanced over as
Eugene quietly took his glass and refilled his drink.
“That was 1965. Someone saw the possibilities of
controlling the mind of a driver of transport trains, airplanes,
or cars. That was the original vision and what we just saw is
the result of that.”
“Who funded that one with the brown paper bag and
subliminal messages way back when?” Hyashi chuckled,
missing the point or, to give benefit of the doubt, lightening
the mood.
“That would be Intelligence.” Jerry Norn raised his hand
and pretended to be chagrined.
“I see a certain poetic justice there.”
Woodrow’s laugh was accompanied by the clink of ice. He
had gotten up to refresh his drink and when he turned around
he was holding the bourbon decanter as if it were a tarnished
crystal ball.
“’62. Operation Northwinds. That was my favorite. Or how
about False Flag? There was a friggin’ great idea. Hijack a few
of our own planes, bomb a few of our own citizens and blame
it on Iran. Thank goodness the president saw the light on that
one.”
“He had to have some convincing before he gave it up,”
Ambrose winked.
“Ambrose. Ambrose,” Woodrow lamented as he put the
decanter back. “According to you, you’ve been responsible for
half the good decisions every administration made since
George Herbert.”