Rockefeller bends and hauls a large crate from beneath his massive office desk. He tugs it one-handed around the desk into the center of the room, ruffling the Persian carpet. Sniffy has seen this box before, but Rockefeller has always been pretty secretive about its contents. It’s khaki-colored metal, the size of a deluxe microwave oven, with US military stencils. He opens it on a squeaking hinge. "This is a U.S. Army Model M3 50-Caliber Heavy Machine Gun," he announces, hauling the monster out by its perforated matte-black barrel. "Now this baby was a total design breakthrough! Real Yankee know-how, right? Ceramic barrel, foamed-metal stock and tripod, weighs half what the old Browning 50-Caliber did. The rate of fire kicks ass, there’s no recoil to speak of, and the slugs can pierce battleship armor."