Coleman swiveled around in his chair and squinted at the wall clock. He checked the time against his tiepin watch, with a grunt of satisfaction he turned back and stabbed a finger at Jon.

“Listen, you green junk-pile, at 1900 hours you’re going to do a job, and there aren’t going to be any slip ups. You go down that sewer and into the Hudson River. The outlet is under water, so you won’t be seen from the docks. Climb down to the bottom and walk 200 yards north, that should put you just under a ship. Keep your eyes open, but don’t show any lights ! About halfway down the keel of the ship you’ll find a chain hanging.

“Climb the chain, pull loose the box that’s fastened to the hull at the top and bring it back here. No mistakes⁠—or you know what happens.”

Jon nodded his head. His busy fingers had been separating the wires in the amputated neck. When they had been straightened and put into a row he memorized their order with one flashing glance.

He ran over the color code in his mind and compared it with the memorized leads. The twelfth wire was the main cranial power lead, number six was the return wire.

With his precise touch he separated these two from the pack and glanced idly around the room. Druce was dozing on a chair in the opposite corner. Coleman was talking on the phone, his voice occasionally rising in a petulant whine. This wasn’t interfering with his attention to Jon⁠—and the radio switch still held tightly in left hand.

Jon’s body blocked Coleman’s vision, as long as Druce stayed asleep he would be able to work on the head unobserved. He activated a relay in his forearm and there was a click as the waterproof cover on an exterior socket swung open. This was a power outlet from his battery that was used to operate motorized tools and lights underwater.