"If you think they're going to let U.N. inspectors in to poke around, I have some swampland you may be interested in purchasing." replied Luke, smiling. "At best we'd get shown absolutely nothing of interest, at worst they try stonewalling us. I'm thinking something a little less legal would have a better chance of working. Either black ops of some type, or spooks, or international arms dealers, mercenaries, something like that. I knew a Russian guy, ex-Spook, a son of Odin, who specialised in work like that."<br/><br/>"Bluff our way in, we ought to be able to convince the guards to take us to see the man in charge. Well, some of you would, anyway. My convincing tends to be more of the physical and less of the verbal. Then when we talk to them, maybe we can convince him to spill the beans .. one way or another."