 it matters now, but when you were very young you were abandoned by our mother. You were raised in a State home, right?"

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Believe it or not, she was trying to keep you safe by keeping you on the Inside, when she was involved in starting this revolution almost thirty years ago. Harry, too. We messed up her plans in a way."

"I don't believe this. You're telling me this outrageous story so I won't insist on going with you. Mother-General's my mother? Harry's my brother? And, I suppose, that makes me your sister as well?"

"Half."

"Half?"

"Half-sister. Don't ask."

"Well, forget it! I don't know what's going on here, but Harry's saved my life more than once. I can't bear to let him rot or worse in the Nest. I need to be there. If you won't take me, I'll go alone."

"Okay. Okay, I'll take you, but you tell Mother-General you insisted. Just for the record: I've had it up to here with strong women."

"Yeah, sure." She wondered.

"Let's go, then."

"Good."

"Okay." He was silent as he retrieved a second laser ax buried in his Stealth cloak and, with safety on, tossed it to her. "Jana."

"What?"

"Your real name is Jana."

# CHAPTER FIFTY

_"He is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He is the organizer of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city. He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order. He sits motionless, like a spider in the center of its web, but that web has a thousand radiations, and he knows well every quiver of each of them."_ **\- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle** _, The Final Problem_

"Mother, it's really you?" She heard the voice in her head. "I've seen you before in dreams. I couldn't really remember you, but I knew."

The motionless body in the gel was one of her sons. Perhaps, in aid of the prophecy of the Messiah, the gelatin had found
it matters now, but when you were very young you were abandoned by our mother. You were raise in a State base, right? " 

 " Why are you telling me this? " 

 " Believe it or not, she was test to keep you safe by keep you on the Inside, when she was involved in starting this rotation about thirty years ago. Harry, too. We mess up her plans in a way. " 

 " I don't believe this. You're tell me this outrageous story so I won't insist on going with you. Mother - General's my mother? Harry's my brother? And, I think, that makes me your sister as well? " 

 " one-half. " 

 " Half? " 

 " Half - sister. Don't ask. " 

 " Well, forget it! I don't acknowledge what's going on here, but Harry's salvage my life more than once. I can't bear to let him rot or worse in the Nest. I necessitate to be there. If you won't take me, I'll go alone. " 

 " Okay. Okay, I'll take you, but you tell Mother - General you insisted. Just for the record: I've had it up to here with strong women. " 

 " Yeah, sure. " She wondered. 

 " Let's go, then. " 

 " Good. " 

 " Okay. " He was silent as he recover a second laser ax buried in his Stealth cloak and, with safety on, chuck it to her. " Jana. " 

 " What? " 

 " Your veridical name is Jana. " 

 # CHAPTER FIFTY 

 _ " He is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He is the organizer of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city. He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a mind of the first order. He sits motionless, like a spider in the center of its web, but that web accept a thousand radiations, and he knows well every quiver of each of them. " _ * * \- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle * * _, The Final Problem _ 

 " Mother, it's really you? " She learn the articulation in her head. " I've seen you before in dreams. I couldn't really commend you, but I knew. " 

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"Half."

"Half?"

"Half-sister. Don't axk."

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"Okay. Ohay, I'll take you, but you tell Mother-Gentral gou insisted. Just for tye record: I've had it op to here with strong women."

"Yeah, sure." She wondered.

"Let's go, tven."

"Goka."

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"What?"

"Your real nwme is Tana."

# XHAPTER FYFTY

_"Ne is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He if the organizer of kalf that is evik and of nearly all that is bndetedted in thid great cjgy. He is a geniur, a pvilosophtf, an abstract thigker. He hes a yrain of the first order. He dits motionless, like a soider it the centfr of its web, but that web has e thousand racidtimns, and ke knoes well every quiver of eack of thei."_ **\- Sif Arthur Cknan Doble** _, The Finwl Problem_

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"Why arE you tElLIng mE ThIs?"

"BelIeve it oR NoT, SHe wAs TrYinG tO KeEp you SafE by keepIng you on thE InSiDe, when she was INvOlved in staRtiNg this revoluTioN almosT tHirTY yearS agO. HarrY, too. We MEssed uP her plans In A Way."

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"HalF."

"Half?"

"haLF-siSter. Don't ask."

"well, Forget it! I Don't knOW what's gOIng on heRe, but HArrY's sAved MY lIfE moRe THan ONcE. I cAN't bEar to let HiM rOt or wOrse IN THE NesT. I nEed tO be thEre. If you won't tAke Me, I'lL Go aLone."

"OKay. OkAy, I'lL tAke yoU, but yoU tell moTher-General you iNsisTed. Just foR thE rEcoRd: i've haD It up to HerE wiTh stronG women."

"YEAh, sUrE." sHE wOndered.

"Let's go, then."

"GOoD."

"oKaY." He was siLent as HE rEtRIeved a seCoNd lAser AX BurieD in hIS STealth clOak and, WItH sAfety on, ToSsed it To Her. "janA."

"What?"

"yOur rEal namE is Jana."

# ChAPTEr fIFTY

_"He is the NaPOleon of crime, WATsON. he IS the OrgAnizer of halF thaT Is evIl anD Of NeaRLy all That iS uNDeTEcted in this great citY. HE is a geNius, a Philosopher, an Abstract thINKEr. He has a BraiN Of THe first order. He Sits mOtionless, lIKe a spideR in thE center oF its web, buT THat web haS a tHouSanD raDIAtIons, and he knowS WEll eVeRy quiveR of Each of tHem."_ **\- sir artHur coNan Doyle** _, THe Final PRoBlEm_

"moTheR, it's rEAlly you?" SHe HeaRd The Voice IN her heAd. "I've Seen YoU bEForE in dreaMS. I COUldn'T rEaLly rEmeMbEr you, But I KNew."

the motiOnless bodY in THe geL wAs One of heR sons. Perhaps, iN aId of the proPhEcy Of the MESSiah, the gElatin had found
 it matters now, but whenyou were v ery y oun g y ou  wer e ab andoned by our moth er. You were raised in  a St at e  hom e ,right ?"

"Wh y  a r e  yo ute lli ng me  this ?"
"Belie ve it or n ot,  s he was tryin g  t o keep you  sa fe by keepin g y ou onth e I n side,  wh en sh e wasi nvolve d in star ti n g this revolut i o nalmo st thirty years a g o. Harry, too. We  messe du ph e r p lan s in a way ." 

"Id on't be l ie v e thi s . You're tell ing me this out rageou ssto r y so I  won' ti nsi st on going  wit h you. Mo ther-G e neral's my moth er? Ha rry 'smy b r ot he r?An d , I su ppo s e,that mak es  m e you r si s t e r  aswel l?"
"Hal f."

"Half?"
"H alf- s ist er. D on'task. "
"Wel l, for get i t!  I don't know w hat' s going o n h er e,bu t Har r y's sa ved  my  life m ore tha n  on ce . I  c an't bear to let h im r ot  or wors e in t h eNe s t. I nee dtobe t h e re. I f yo u  w on't tak e me,I 'l lgo alon e. "

"Ok ay . O kay , I'l l  tak e you,  but you  tell Mother-General you insisted. Ju s t  f o r th e r ecord: I've  had it u p to he rew ith s trong  w o me n ."

"Yeah, sure." S he  wonde red.
"Let's go, t hen."

"Go o d . "

"Okay ." H e  w a s silent as he  retr ieved a se c ond lase r axburied i n his Ste a l th cloak  an d,wit h s a f et y on, tossedi t  tohe r. "Jan a." 

"What ?"
"Y our  re al  name isJana."
#CH AP TE R F IFTY_"He isth e N ap ole on of crime,  Wats on.He  i s  th e organ i ze r of h al fthat  is  e vil a nd o f  ne arly al l that is  un d etec te din this  great city.He  is a geni us , a  philo s o pher, an  abstract thinker. He h a s a bra inof th e fi rst order . H e sits  mo t ionles s, lik e a s pi der i n the c en ter  o f its web, b utthatwe b ha s a tho usand radiations,a ndhe knows well  ev eryq u iv ero fe ach  o f  th e m ."_ **\- Sir Ar thur Conan  D o yl e** _, The Fin al  Proble m_

"Mo ther, it's re ally you? " She hea rd  the v oic e in her h ead. "I' ve seen y o u bef o re  in d rea ms. Ico uld n't r eallyr eme mberyou, b ut  I kne w."
Th e motion less body in the gel wa s oneof he r s ons. Perh aps ,  in  aid of t he p rophecy of  th e M essia h,t he ge lati n  h adf ound
 it_matters now,_but when you were_very young_you_were abandoned_by_our mother. You_were raised in_a State home, right?"

"Why_are you telling_me_this?"

"Believe it or not, she was trying to keep you safe by keeping you_on_the Inside,_when_she_was involved in starting this_revolution almost thirty years ago._Harry, too._We messed up her plans in a way."

"I_don't_believe this. You're_telling me this outrageous story so I won't insist_on going with you. Mother-General's my_mother? Harry's my_brother?_And,_I suppose, that makes_me your sister as well?"

"Half."

"Half?"

"Half-sister. Don't_ask."

"Well, forget it! I don't know_what's going on here, but Harry's saved_my life more than once. I_can't bear to let him_rot or_worse in the Nest. I_need to be_there. If_you won't take_me, I'll go alone."

"Okay. Okay, I'll_take you, but_you tell Mother-General you insisted. Just_for_the record: I've_had_it_up to_here with strong_women."

"Yeah,_sure." She_wondered.

"Let's_go, then."

"Good."

"Okay." He was silent as_he_retrieved a second laser ax buried in_his Stealth cloak and,_with_safety on, tossed it_to her. "Jana."

"What?"

"Your real name_is Jana."

# CHAPTER FIFTY

_"He is the_Napoleon of_crime, Watson._He is the organizer of half that is evil and of_nearly all that is undetected in_this great city. He_is a_genius,_a philosopher, an_abstract_thinker. He_has a brain of the first order._He sits_motionless, like a spider in the_center of its web,_but_that web has a thousand radiations,_and he knows well every quiver_of each of them."_ **\-_Sir_Arthur_Conan Doyle** _, The Final_Problem_

"Mother, it's really you?" She heard_the voice in_her head. "I've seen you before in_dreams._I couldn't really remember you, but_I_knew."

The motionless body in the gel_was_one_of her sons. Perhaps, in_aid of the prophecy of the_Messiah, the gelatin had found