Chapter Twenty-Six
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Venice“What do you think, the bold, brash approach, or sneaky weasels?”
“Let them see us, Walter. I want them to know we're coming.”
“Somehow, I expect they already do, but bold and brash it is.”
Merryweather fiddled about with the controls and said, “Hold on, I'm taking her down.”
I thought it part of his usual overly dramatic flamboyance. When my stomach entered my throat and almost exited out through gritted teeth, I realised it wasn't.
“This is it then,” Aurora stated in her matter-of-fact way.
“I guess so.”
“And still no sign of humanity.”
Merryweather made an exaggerated look up to clouds. “Not today,” he said. “I suspect we're on our own.”
“Good,” I replied.
“I worry about you.” Merryweather shook his head and took his hands away from the controls.
