Act III — Chapter 26
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Beneath a star-filled sky, Jason’s yacht rocked gently on wind-driven waves. “Can you make the boat hold still?” Danny insisted.
“It’s on water. It’s as still as it’s going to get,” Jason countered from the helm. “Can you even hit anything from all the way out here?”
“Oh yeah,” Danny replied as he braced his HERF gun against the yacht’s handrail. “I can boost the gain up to thirty decibels. Those Coast Guard radar stations along the shore? I can knock them out from half a mile away. But boosting tightens the beam, so I need to line it up just right…”
Out past the HERF gun’s nozzle, across the moonlit water, spread the steep tree-lined banks of the Medina waterfront. And over that waterfront, dwarfing the personal mansions of tech tycoons, rose the twelve-story
