He looked like a standard executive – suit, tie, clean-shaven and neatly groomed. A caption on the screen said his name was Neil Hearst, CEO of ArBonCo Oil. Watching the news in the bar was becoming a new ritual. But tonight the audience was smaller – just Carl, Alpha Force, Danny and Lynn. Lynn gave a derisive splutter. 'And you'll regret the bill you're going to get for all the guests I've had to refund. Plus the cost of our boat.' On the screen Neil Hearst said, 'We have now surrounded the site. There shouldn't be any further damage.' Danny snorted. 'Look at that fat twit in his striped shirt. He couldn't care less.' Amber wouldn't have put it quite that way, but she had to agree there was a certain insincerity about the man. She glanced at the others. They clearly felt the same. The phone rang. Danny answered, one eye still on the screen. 'Yes? Oh hi. Greg. Yeah, we're watching it too.' 'Hi, Greg,' Lynn called across. 'I thought he was on duty tonight,' she added. She leaned across to Li.
