Cold Fire - Numa Files #22

Caldwell’s body could be seen on the floor, a swath of dark liquid seeping out from underneath him. “Damn,” someone blurted out. “It’s a hijacking.” Offerman wasted no more time. “Send the self-destruct signal. The NRO was in charge of America’s spy satellites, collecting and disseminating information to the various military branches and intelligence agencies. “There is one thing,” he began slowly, “one possible piece of evidence to suggest the aircraft hit the sea. While escaping from the burning freighter, Kurt Austin had blasted one of the containers, spreading a witch’s brew of heavy elements and contaminated radioactive solvents across Ahab’s body. Freedom forever!” “Yellow Tigers!” the men shouted in unison. “Freedom forever!” Several rounds of call-and-response followed before the quiet finally returned.