“I’ll be nearby calling the plays on comms,’ Gilmore said. ‘Anna will monitor chatter and pilot the drone. Zeus ought to give us an advantage. Mo’s re-tasking a satellite as we speak.’ Wells seemed surprised. ‘He can do that?’ ‘Please, look who you’re talking to,’ Mo said, sipping on a mug of coffee. He spat it out into the cup. ‘Scheisse! I’ve gotta stop doing that.”
