When Napoleon entered Mr Waverly’s office it was in darkness, apart from the glow from the aerial photograph being projected onto the screen.
“What am I looking at?” He asked, as he took his seat at the large round table.
“This image appears to show a large build-up of supplies,” Mr Waverly answered. Picking up a pointer, he indicted a few things. “This looks to be a collection of fuel tankers, these are shipping containers, though we have no way of knowing what is in them, and these are very definitely missiles.”
“THRUSH?” Solo queried, receiving a curt nod in answer.
Whatever was being planned by their feathered friends was obviously big and very serious.
“Can we trust the source of the information?”
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