Chapter Forty-Five
Aftermath
In the rented ranch-style house that served as a surveillance center and command post, the air was thick with tension, acrimony – and rafts of tobacco smoke. Having arrived only five minutes before, an unkempt Alexander Downing Senior paused in his tirade long enough to get his pipe fired up. Waving away his billowing blue contribution to the existing cigarette fug, he was about to resume berating his hirelings over allowing his wife to break her word. No doubt attempting to forestall this, the one named Myers stepped up and addressed the room at large.
“All right, the second drone we sent up has just arrived. The night vision is far superior as you can see: image intensification, active illumination and thermal imaging all in one.”
“Great!” Alexander snort
