The watchful eye of Scott’s drone, cruising at 1500m, zoomed in on the heavily loaded wagons carrying Quesada and his team, the specially packaged uranium harvest and more valued mining and processing equipment.
‘We have a result, chaps. That’s Pelops in the open Jeep.’
‘The other convoy is gaining, boss. We have to act very quickly – yes?’
‘I’m sending the drone to observe that lot,’ Scott said.
Within five minutes, a clear overhead view of the lead vehicles in Nyando’s band of guerrillas came into range. The familiar lines of Marty’s Humvee attracted Scott’s attention.
‘Bingo – good lord, where did that come from? Why did I say that? I never did understand that game, far too complicated and confusing,’ the scientist said.
He brought the En Misse into hover mode over Nyando’s group
