Chapter 8
The last of the Embassy Marines were found up on the roof along with the last intelligence goon from the basement. They were trying to contact someone in the city to send an aircar. Our rooftop snipers shot all but two with sleepy-time darts. The remaining two attempted to shoot it out with Dar’s Marines and were killed. I confronted Isabella the Ambassador’s wife myself.
“Mrs. Phillips while we are sorry for your loss, the death of your husband has left us with a great deal of unanswered questions.” I was watching the crying widow very carefully.
“… He just killed himself! He did not even leave a note or tell me why!” She continued to sob and cry.
“Ma’am can you tell us again the sequence of events?” I watched Dar and her men move in on all sides of the room.
“Why? I have t
