Washington DC:

             This is the dumbest fucking idea you’ve ever had.

            Deckard thought over Pat’s words to him before he had stepped on the airplane.  The passenger plane had just touched down in the bizarre city where every other jerk off had a graduate degree and a plan to save the world.

It wasn’t that Deckard disagreed with what Pat was saying, he just didn’t see any other option.  With no trails to follow, the only path left was to put one of their names out there into the netherworld as seeking employment and see who called.  Both of them began making phone calls to certain former Special Operations and intelligence professionals who served as personnel feeders for various black projects.