Grant issued the order to check all outgoing comms chatter and it brought up one anomaly.
“Sir, Damian Richards made a call through an encrypted channel just as Pryde was leaving the base. I can’t locate where it went, but it’s within a few miles sir,” the comms officer said.
“Who is this Richards?” Grant asked as the name wasn’t ringing any bells.
“He’s from the Haynes Corp, sir; he was sent to help locate the missiles.”
“Oh, him,” Grant said, then his eyes opened wider as realisation dawned on him. He relaxed at once knowing the fault wasn’t with any of his men, as he knew it couldn’t be.
He turned from the seated officer and called Pryde to tell him the good news.
“Detain him immediately, and don’t allow him to talk to anyone,” Pryde said, “I’m at the gates now, I’ll be with you
