"Daniel reloaded, tucked away his gun, then took out the satellite phone. The cell stations were out all over the city, but the sat phone worked great. He checked the time, hit the speed dial, then waited for a link. It always took a few seconds. In that time, he stood taller, straightened himself, and resumed his normal manner. When the connection was made, Daniel reported. "Tolliver James is dead. He didn't provide anything useful." Daniel listened for a moment before responding. "No, sir, they're gone. That much is confirmed. James was a good bet, but I don't believe she told him anything." He listened again, this time for quite a while. "No, sir, that is not altogether true. There are three or four people here I'd still like to talk to, but the storm has turned this place to shit. They've almost certainly evacuated. I just don't know. It will take me a while to locate them." More chatter from the other side, but then they were finished. "Yes, sir, I understand. You get yours, I get mine. I won't let you down." A last word from the master. "Yes, sir. Thank you. I'll keep you informed." Daniel shut the phone and put it away. "Asshole." He"