"So he's dead," Barlow said casually. "So what?"
"It took a lot of work to make such an exact resemblance. One of our members brought him in through the guards in a supply truck. It's easy to bring in a dead man who'll never go back out—except as someone who was already in. You of course."
"No one will know what is to happen to the real me then?"
"No one. It will be assumed that you committed suicide."
Barlow grinned thinly.
"There's been no change in your attitude? Your willingness to—"
"Die? None. Willing Barlow, always ready to drop dead at a moment's notice."
"You're the only one of the Brotherhood who's never submitted to the rituals and the psyching; we hope that isn't bad. Your service has been excellent. But I wish you had submitted to a psyching before this assignment, because there's one basic weakness, an Achilles Heel, in everyone, and on an assignment so vital as this, it would be worth knowing, in advance...."
"Get someone else if you're worried."
"You're the only member we have, who's inside the grounds here, who can stand the acceleration and deceleration."