Chapter Forty-Six
A pair of masked Blue Berets threw Denton to his knees under a chandelier in the Basildon Room. Near the Parisian marble fireplace, Denton could see the ruck that contained the meteorite. Opposite it, two of his own operatives already bound and stashed in a corner. They had hoods over their heads, probably ear defenders plugging their ears too. Denton wouldn’t receive the same treatment. This Commander seemed eager to chat.
‘Predictable,’ the Commander said through his mask. ‘I would’ve expected a little more flair.’
Denton rubbed his thumb through the plasticuffs. He’d posted his two backup operatives in the building opposite the Astoria Waldorf hotel.
‘It’s early yet,’ he said. ‘I liked the flashbangs but I was hoping you’d fire off the gas just for a laugh.’ He pee
