The Excelsior HotelThe chauffeur held open the rear door as Monsieur Legrand came out of the Excelsior Hotel. He dipped his head and got into the rear seat. His personal secretary slid in next to him. Her glasses were perched on the end of her nose as she scrolled through her interactive note-pad. She dragged out some icons and they came up in front of them both on a virtual screen that hovered less than two feet away, suspended in mid air.
Legrand starred at an aerial view of what appeared to be a large complex of flat, squat concrete buildings. Surrounded by a barb-wired fence, there were armed guards and hovercrafts bristling with weaponry patrolling the perimeter.
“Is that it?”
Michelle nodded, and drew out some further images. “Our satellites have been collecting data for the past
