Barbara Mandrell the mandrill is deep asleep thanks to the anesthesia administered by Dr. Janet Slowo in a makeshift operating table outside a truck stop on a deserted road from Vegas to nowhere. Dr. Slowo makes an incision, and the unconscious body of the primate twitches in reaction to the tickle of the scalpel across her right thigh. In less than 60 seconds, the miniscule capsule is handed to the man from M.O.N.K., and the incision is stitched shut. “I’ve waited so long for this. I can’t believe I–” stammers the man from M.O.N.K. from 1/2 of his mouth. Sitting in a cafe on the outskirts of Baltimore where his shift just ended, the man from K.E.Y. wipes away a tear that seems to have appeared from nowhere. After slipping Ms. Sue Harkey a drug that would cause her to doze off shortly after driving off down I-83, the man from K.E.Y. returns from the men’s room, where he washed his hand after doing his half-brother’s dirty work. But it is finished: the sorry job is done. And they can go back to being normal once again. As soon as the contents of that damn capsule is deciphered.