16 SurveillanceThe blond man remotely watched McGeady pacing around his apartment through the microscopic eyes of the nanocam particles he had dusted about the place earlier. The tiny dwelling was filled with fine furniture, a fringe benefit of holding a high rank in the security forces. McGeady was sitting on the huge leather sofa, eyes closed and gently humming to himself when he heard the rustle of paper. He walked into the entrance hall and saw the note pushed under the door. Picking it up, he began to read as he returned to the sofa.
‘Please be aware that you are being watched. Go immediately to the virtual reality amusement park in Koblensk and visit the zoological gardens in London. We will find you. Bring your observer with you and we will take care of him,’
The blond man franti
