Chapter Forty-Seven
‘Chickenhead said there’s no movement outside,’ DC told Sophia. ‘That’s the good news. You want the bad news?’
Sophia didn’t take her eyes off the readouts in front of her. ‘Hit me.’
‘Blue Berets are the least of our concerns right now. The hurricane’s hit. Chickenhead can barely hold himself to the ground, let alone keep an eye on the installation.’
‘Great,’ Sophia said.
Nasira appeared in the control room, pistol in hand. ‘I’ve opened the door.’
‘Everything wrapped up?’ Sophia asked.
DC was holding a metal box that contained their satphone, smartphone, Sophia’s receiver and night-vision goggles wrapped in a towel to insulate them. He gave Sophia a nod.
Sophia turned back to the computer and entered the command to generate her determined pulse of electrical cur
