Second Thoughts and Last ChancesChapter 39
I left my old friend and mentor sitting in his rocking chair with a dazed look on his face, a blistering ring of freshly implanted emotions tucked away in his neural net and a brand new lease on life. The dazed look would pass, in time; which was more than could be said for the other two. I drove myself back to the airport, climbed into the Agency helicopter and returned home. There was plenty of time to think, and lots to think about, on the way back; which I assiduously avoided. My mind...