‘If the site they’re on about is Quesada’s, it seems that we not only have a mysterious stalker, but it suggests we are not alone in our ambition to pay them a visit,’ the ACM said.
‘It’s obvious that this Nyando knows where they are, so why don’t we try to find him?’ Robbin said, in the middle of ingesting the remains of a well cremated sausage.
‘Is there any way we can get an indication of the location of Nyando’s military base, or his men’s movements, Weeny?’ Marty asked.
‘There’s nowt them satellites can’t see, from what I hear,’ Ethan chipped in.
‘I haven’t got the kind of IT skills needed to hack in on satellite signals around here, Skipper; and I’m afraid it is beyond Domino remit to do any more than help as we are. Any more would not only infringe a bundle of treaties, but put
