Chapter 110

Chapter 110

‘Smerconish isn’t convinced,’ Draper said. ‘But he has reassigned some of his drones.’

‘How many?’ Koenig said.

‘One.’

‘One? That’s nowhere near enough.’

‘One’s all we’re getting,’ Draper said.

‘He’s humouring us,’ Koenig said.

‘He is. He still thinks Tas plans to attack the British aircraft carrier.’

‘How long until we land in San Diego?’

Draper checked her watch. ‘A little over an hour. The pilot will be starting his approach soon.’

‘I’m going to sleep then.’

‘You’re going to sleep?’ Carlyle said.

‘Sure, why not?’ Koenig said.

‘How can you even think of sleep right now?’

‘Don’t worry about it, Bess,’ Draper said, tapping the side of her head. ‘I don’t think there’s much going on in there. Just the Spider-Man theme tune on a continuous loop.’

Koenig ignored her. ‘I haven’t slept for twenty-four hours. That means I’m cognitively impaired.’

‘You can say that again,’ Draper muttered.

‘My memory and hand–eye coordination are compromised. So is my hearing. My pain receptors are more sensitive. Sleep isn’t a luxury, Bess; it’s a necessity.’

‘Jeez, Koenig,’ Draper said. ‘You’re such a dork.’