Chapter Eight: Role-playing
Gibson was livid. “How did this happen?”
“We don’t know, sir.” Olsen was glad this couldn’t be regarded as his fault.
“MacKenzie?”
“Don’t think it likely, sir. There’s been no sign of him. He’s lying very low.”
“It’s even more imperative now that we find him. He’s the only chance we have of reconstructing the thing, or something like it. And Olsen, that means alive and coherent.”
“Yes, sir. I already have someone on his case, sir.”
“Who?” Olsen told him about bringing in Struan. Gibson laughed, “Well done. Should have thought of that myself. Just make sure Tom MacKenzie is fit enough to talk when you bring him in. We need that thing in production by January. I’ve already got the buyers lined up, and they want a demo next month.”
Olsen nodded, sure of the
