"Target acquired. E.T.A two hours."
"Excellent!"
Frank Yelt turned off his wristcom and stretched. Finally. The job had taken longer than he'd thought. He opened the steel door at the back of the room and eyed the industrial-sized dispenser inside with grim satisfaction.
He wasn't entirely certain that Owen Maddon and his henchman Kam were the people responsible for the death of Boris and his family, but they'd traced more than one rumour back to them, and someone had to pay.