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THE TIPTON THROWDOWN
PROLOGUE
David Xanatos smiled as he watched the feed from the railyard. The containers were loaded onto the freight train, all proudly bearing the logo of his company. Destination LA, ready to be unloaded and shown to the entire world. Leaning back behind his desk, he sighed as another contract was successfully fulfilled.
“Sir,” Owen said, walking into the room. “We have your schedule ready for the gala next weekend.”
“Very well Owen,” Xanatos said, moving his work on the relics his wife brought back to the side. “What do we have?”
“The reception starts at six-thirty, along with a small meet and greet with the VIPs you’ve invited. Appetizer will be served at seven-thirty, followed by your speech, the main course and dancing, with dessert served at nine. Your wife will leave just before eight, and the NYPD has agreed that the Twenty-Third will be responsible for response if something happens. The invitations have all been sent out, and all have replied they will be attending.”
“Excellent work as always, Owen,” Xanatos said. “And the caterers?”
Owen checked his notes. “She has taken the contract, sir.”
Xanatos smirked, rising and moving for the windows. “Excellent work indeed. Tell Hacker he should be ready to assist my wife when she arrives, and tell Bruno that security around the building should be ready just in case.”
“Understood sir,” Owen said. “I also have an update from Mr. Kane now that he’s returned. He says he’s ready to tackle the unknown code in the system.”
Xanatos smiled, turning to look out the window at the dawn over the city. “Some of my biggest competitors neutralized and the government still scrambling to regain control,” he muttered. “After this, the foundation is laid. Everything after that is mere set dressing.”