Ch. 14Desmond Fenton was in one of his fully fledged, ball-chewing rages. He was further enraged because he could not fabricate a credible argument to indict an easy target whose balls he could chew off.
The GAT flight control centre, in which he was throwing his fit, was in a complete shambles. There had not been a peep from the Harrier since the pilot had reported some gremlins or whatever in the aircraft’s control system. Blank faced radar operators, nervously chattering in their headsets, searched feverishly for signs of the errant jump-jet.
Pelops had just phoned Fenton and his news did nothing to alleviate the civil servant’s black mood. The HITS unit had been successfully taken on board Quesada’s yacht, the Bonita Virago. But the ditched Harrier had been salvaged by a marauding ba
