CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
A CHANCE TO BREATHE
Moments after landing on the lagoon’s calm water, two canoes nudged in against the quadcopter’s inflated pontoons. Liam and Egan disembarked into the canoe at the left pontoon while Althea and Sean slid into the one on the right. With three smooth strokes the bow and stern paddlers glided the canoes away from the aircraft. When the boats were clear of the four rotors, the pilot, sitting hundreds of kilometres away in the Nexo de Mando Law and Order Directorate office, restarted the quadcopter’s electro-motors. Lifting only a few metres above the water the copter banked sharply to the left, reminding Egan of a bumblebee as it buzzed away.
Liam’s comment about “a beautiful little cove” was an understatement. The water was as clear as the blue-green
