His voice was so deadly, Joey withered. "Yes, sir."
"Sit down with me. You'll just be in the way."
The rest of unpacking and setting up went uneventfully. Joey watched a high-tech looking array of computers and communications devices being set up in the lobby at an alarming rate.
Michael took control as soon as it was done. He plopped down in the middle of the humming, electric mess and glanced over everything critically. Finally, he nodded. "Ready, sir."
"Good." Donovan stood up. "Men, get ready. I want everybody armed in ten minutes. Michael's got the comm, here. Michael, when we reach his land, you'll guide us in. We don't want to be slowed down looking at maps, if we have to change direction. You will have all entrances and exits covered. Kevin has them already laid out."
"Yes, sir." Michael was already busily typing away on his computer. "I can get a 3D simulation up and running by the time you get there, so I can track you. Too bad, I won't be able to see any obstacles, without cameras in there, but if any come up, I can get you in and out in a flash."
Donovan slowly stalked to a table loaded with weapons and selected one of the special guns. He slid a cartridge into it with a snap. "Let's go get my wife."
*French Translations*
Bon soir = Good evening.
Mon cher/chèri = My dear/darling
Au contraire = On the contrary
Comportez-vous = Behave yourself
Rapidement! = Quickly!
Fini = finished
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