Today, Neil Warry is dead.” “We’re pretty sure he died yesterday,” said Mike. “The circumstances were just a bit tough to explain.” Mike stood at the end of the trailer park. He held the screen so Reggie could see the remains of Site B. Arthur sat a few yards away on the steps of Olaf’s trailer. Olaf stood by him, arms crossed and ready to offer support if needed. He turned the tablet around, and Reggie scowled at him. “So, having confessed all this, now you want to blow up the other building. Does that cover it?” “Not the building,” said Mike. “Just the last set of rings on the main floor.” “Ahhh, right. The rings that I’ve paid about a quarter-billion dollars for in the past year alone.” “This is bigger than a budget line,” said Mike. Reggie shook his head. “Give me a minute to process all this.” “It’d be better if you just took my word for all of it.” “That’s asking an awful lot right now.” Mike turned the tablet away from the ruined building and set one of the trailers in his background.
