Twenty-EightKettering was waiting for him at tritium operation’s loading dock, pentagon four. The delivery truck was already backing in, but Machuzak’s eyes were riveted elsewhere: on two guards, armored and carrying automatic weapons, standing before the vault entrance.
“Compliments of the Republic of Texas,” Kettering said. “Thirty seconds after your press conference, the governor went f*****g nuts about tritium being stolen.”
“Who authorized this?” Machuzak exclaimed angrily.
“Your inspector lady, who else? If you ask me it’s a good idea, with all the rumors flyin around. Show the public we mean business.”
Rumors were right. The local media speculation about tritium’s value to terrorists has been ceaseless, and at this moment real and robotic reporters are running in his direction t
