why I left when I did. Things were not adding up. We were getting into areas

that smacked of a black hole. Federal investigations do not get shit-canned for

no reason, Puller. The FBI does not go home with its tail between its legs. A

serial murder case doesn’t go up in smoke. There is a cover-up, at the highest

levels.

 

So it’s clear now that a government project did go sideways thirty years ago and

it resulted in the deaths of those women.” “Meaning Building Q?” She nodded.

“They’re still doing stuff in there, you know.” “I wouldn’t be surprised.” “Is

it the same stuff?” “I’m not cleared for that.” “Well, I know, even though I’m

not cleared.” “You said you told me everything,” she said, obviously annoyed. “I

lied. How’s it feel to be on the receiving end?” She let out a long sigh. “It

feels shitty.” “Good.” “Will you tell me now?” “They’re building exoskeletons to

make soldiers run faster, jump higher, and be far stronger. They’re going to

make their brains work better while under stress. They’re going to put them in

liquid armor that stiffens to titanium when a bullet hits and then repairs

itself. And that’s probably just the tip of the iceberg.” “Super-soldier stuff,

then?” “It’s not exactly a secret. You can Google DARPA and find out that stuff

too. At least generally. They don’t tell you how they’re doing it, of course.

But they do have pictures. The woman who works at Atalanta Group told me about

it.” “But how they’re doing it is the key. And you can’t just Wikipedia that. At

least not the specifics.” “But this isn’t about stealing DARPA secrets. This is

about women who died thirty years ago. So, did a guinea pig go wild and become

Ted Bundy, only with super powers?” “You mean did they have a super-soldier

program three decades ago?” “I think they did. And I think he might have been