Chapter 12
Ralph Durant, Sciphil Seven, a formidable looking Caucasian in his mid-fifties, snarled at the blank screen in front of him. “I can’t talk to a blank screen. We will resume the conversation when you fix the bloody technology.”
The control room at Tower Seven was filled with computer monitors. A voice came out from the speaker through a great deal of static.
“This is a call from central, and it’s urgent, sir. We haven’t been able to locate king Sciphil, Ciaran LeBlanc, and Sciphil One, Madeline LeBlanc.”
“Yes, I know. I’ve heard. What’s new?”
“Could you please confirm if they have entered your district?”
“No. I told you. They’re not at my residence.”
“They might have gone out wider, sir. We need to know if they have entered your civilian areas.”
“Do you know how many mill
