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through, you’ll be heading up Team Camelot, since that’s the next designation on my list.”
    Noah’s eyebrows went up. “Interesting,” he said, “especially in light of the fact that King Arthur is my own favorite historical character. Will that be my codename? King Arthur?”
    Allison laughed, and Noah was surprised at how genuine and unpretentious it was. “No, I’m afraid not,” she said. “If a codename is used for you, it will be simply Camelot, and each of your team members would be designated as Camelot One, Camelot Two, Camelot Three, etc. We don’t usually resort to such theatrics, though. In this day and age, secure communication depends more on technology than it does on subterfuge. Each of our people has a phone that is capable of ultra-secure communication, anywhere in the world, due to some awesome encryption technology. I can call one of them up, give them detailed orders and instructions on their missions without ever once having to use a code, because my phone will scramble it into meaningless and indecipherable beeps and tones, while the recipient’s phone contains the algorithm that will turn it back into the sound of my voice. Oh, and by the way, it’s the confirmed voiceprint of the person I’m calling that activates that algorithm, so even if someone else gets hold of the phone, they’d never hear those orders.”
    Noah nodded. “Yeah, I can understand how that works. Pretty cool.” He felt the ambulance slowing down. “Seems like we’re about there.”
    “Yep,” Allison said. “Listen, when you go to get out of the ambulance, be careful. The drugs we used might still make you a little groggy, so don’t be afraid to hang on to Marco. He’ll help you get into your room. You’ll find clothing and just about anything you might need already there. Needless to say, it’s not possible to bring personal effects with you, since you’re officially dead. We don’t use a uniform, so our procurement department has just stocked you up on an assortment of clothing for right now. You’ll find that we know quite a bit about you, and so your preferences should be pretty well reflected in the choices we’ve made.”
    “Hey, just about anything would be better than the boxers they gave me in prison. Damn things feel like they’re made of sandpaper.” He could feel the ambulance maneuvering its way along an apparently twisting path. “Good-sized place you got here?”
    “Actually, it is. We’ve got about ten thousand acres, a little over fifteen square miles. There are various obstacle courses and training structures. We’ve got mockups of different kinds of rural and urban environments, military installations, terrorist enclaves and compounds, you name it. We’re right on the edge of some government facilities, so we’re under a no-fly zone. The only aircraft that can get into our airspace are our own and, in some areas, the same holds true for vehicles. Nothing comes in, unless it’s one of ours.”
    The ambulance stopped. Marco moved to open the back doors, and that’s when Noah realized that it was daylight outside, early morning, apparently.
    Allison reached into her pocket and withdrew a plastic card that she handed to Noah. “This is your temporary ID and debit card,” she said. “You’ll use it to pay for things, here. We’ll get you set up with proper ID within a day or so, and actually on the payroll.”
    Noah glanced at the card, and saw that it was a simple debit card, without even a name on it. Allison went on. “I’m going to guess that you’re probably hungry. Once we get you into your room, Marco will show you how to get to the nearest restaurant.”
    “Yeah, beats heck out of going to a chow hall,” Marco said with a grin. “They treat us pretty good here, and the food is awesome. You’ll like it.”
    Noah shrugged. “I could eat,” he said.
    Allison rose and stepped down onto the ground, which Noah could see consisted of a paved parking lot, while