Chapitre 78: Chapter Twenty-Four

Colonel Clayton Stone hated working around civilians. It was his sworn duty to protect the country and its citizens. He just didn't like them very much - a result of spending most of his life in the army, and most of that deployed in one zone or another. In a war zone, things are clear. His people did what he expected of them and there wasn't any confusion about purpose.

He'd had an illuminating chat with Constable Little. From what the constable had shown him the car could only have come from an area along a mostly abandoned road. Possibly from the mine at the end of it. A mine site would be a perfect location for a terrorist camp. They would be free from surveillance and could build whatever they wanted in secret.

"Colonel," Lieutenant Mary O'Neil stood at the door of his tent. "Come," he said.