FORTY-SIXDARK INSIDE. I FELT all the eyes turn towards the door—from where I had just let in a flash of bright light. A presentation was being projected against the far wall, and a voice—with an Australian accent—was clipped short mid-sentence.
As the door closed behind me, I reached around to where I knew the light switches were and threw them all on, giving me a slight advantage to everyone else in the room. However, there were some unforeseen problems. All the delegates that had come to visit on Noah Wilson’s invitation was sat around the conference table—squinting in unison. Noah Wilson stood by the far wall, next to a projected image showing a map of Africa, some areas on it shaded, the projection now faded due to the overhead light. I had already raised the SIG to the front, taking
