What the frag was it about me? Did I have a slogan blazoned across my forehead—"Hi! I'm a deniable asset. Frag me over"—that only corporate suits could read? "If I did this—I'm not saying I will, but if —how the frag would I go about it?" I demanded. "Just stroll on up to the palace and say, 'Got a secret message for King Kam. Oh, and don't tell anyone .' Yeah, right. I need some kind of 'in ' ."