Steeled Spies #6: Empire Square-Off
The Powers That Be Meet The Wolves On The Streets...
It was high noon on the 1st of March. Above Empire Square was a cloudless sky of blue. There on the grass were the same fake trees and shrubs, all made real by the machinations conducted in the 85 stories of metal, wire, and glass sat in the back of the park. Not a wolf to be seen, though the bread-breaking podium was still in place.
And yet, though the Park remained silent, a rumbling could be heard. A long, low, distant rumbling. Agent Roger Steele whipped his head up the street, his hyper-magnified sunglasses watching for any sign of unusual traffic.
“Nothing,” the gray muttered to himself.
He was in one of the safe-houses Lita had on lock. It was an apartment perched over Empire Street, a block down from the Square, both the Tower and Park in plain view. Lita other agents were peppered across the apartment complexes, all sharing the surveillance load. The plan was to scan every ten minutes, or whenever significant activity occurred.
Steele had been taking reads every five, or even two.