A droll, fast, behind-enemy-lines story of sabotage and derring-do. It has some of the same flavor as Wheatley's early Gregory Sallust novels, but without the snobbery.
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"....Finally, let's consider this auto smash. We know the cause; the survivor was able to tell us before he died. He said the driver lost control at speed while swiping at a wasp which had flown in through a window and started buzzing around his face."
"It nearly happened to me once."
Ignoring that, Wolf went on, "The weight of a wasp is under half an ounce. Compared with a human being its size is minute, its strength negligible. Its sole armament is a tiny syringe holding a drop of irritant, formic acid, and in this case it didn't even use it. Nevertheless it killed four big men and converted a large, powerful car into a heap of scrap."
"I see the point," agreed Mowry, "but where do I come in?"
"Right here," said Wolf. "We want you to become a wasp."
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