Now, you were just a deep-sea explorer with iron cojones, pal ... the public gave ya the nickname. But Ryan was sure you were a spook, so his people locked you up ... erased your damn name! Goodbye Johnny Topside -– hello Subject Delta.

I uh... met with Sinclair today, of "Sinclair Solutions". It's this pseudo-legal firm he set up to take problems Ryan doesn't want to admit he has, and make them go away. I could fill forty front pages at the Tribune with stories about this fella, if he wasn't payin' me not to. And he's got work for me, right? I ask what, and he flashes me these thousand dollar Steinman teeth, sayin' this job'll quote change history end quote.

I wish I could publish this stuff. It's newsman paydirt. Sinclair says Ryan's making a move against Sofia Lamb, and they want to cut me in on the action. They're building a case that Lamb's a closet pinko. Sort of an undercover thing -- so, I cozy up to this guy Wales who works for Lamb, makin' like I want to join up. Then I find out whether he grew his beard for Jesus... or Karl Marx.