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the role of leading the investigation, an injured agent was just as much of a manpower issue as a dead one.
    Other regions had be gun supplementing field personnel while those still able to report for duty began pulling all too familiar double shifts. Local agencies had been devastated as well. The number of official funerals would keep the local news stations busy for days. He shook his head, disgusted at the thought of having to watch the continuous coverage. The last thing the Houston law enforcement community needed was video of the processions, countless fire trucks and police cars following black hearses throughout the city. Shultz was sure he would attend more than his share.
    Sitting down for what seemed like the first time in days, he noticed a stack of pink messages that had recently been delivered. He picked up the bundle, flipping through the records of incoming calls. He discovered that the administration group was now sending Agent Monroe’s messages to his desk as well. When it rains, it pours, he mumbled.
    Mid-way through the stack, he noticed one slip that was marked “Urgent!” in bright red ink. It was an internal call for the head of the digital technology group three floors below.
    Sighing, he reached for the phone and dialed the extension, hoping it wasn’t more bad news.
    “We’ve processed the video images from the drones that were orbiting over the Houston Ship Channel. I think you’ll want to see this right away,” the nerdy-sounding tech informed him.
    Shultz entered the lab ten minutes later, where he was led to a conference room equipped with a large screen monitor covering one entire wall. After everyone was seated, the department head clicked a few keys , and an overhead image of a bridge and waterway appeared on the screen. Shultz recognized it immediately as the area where they had hoped to arrest Durham Weathers just a few days ago.
    The tech again tapped on the keyboard , and the image changed to show odd, glowing colors. “This is the infrared spectrum. You can see here… and here… and here are various law enforcement officers moving into position.
    “Yes,” Shultz replied, “I remember deploying men in that area.”
    “This hotspot here,” the tech resumed, “we believe is the suspect. If I switch back to straight video, you can see he’s hiding in what appears to be a pallet storage area.”
    Shultz nodded for the man to continue.
    “Things get a little confusing during certain segments. The drone was in a high orbit to avoid the law enforcement helicopters in the area. As you can see, the video lacks clarity when the craft was at the edge of its range.”
    Shultz sat in silence, reliving the events of that morning. He saw the man they all thought was Durham Weathers appear, taking the bridge hostage with his super-weapon. Then the attack helicopters came into view, a large section of the display goin g pure white when the Hellfire Missile struck the shore. There were people running everywhere, some converging on the area while others, probably civilians, were trying to escape the violence.
    Then something odd appeared on the screen. From the clutter of what he knew were the pallets, a thin black line appeared, stretching into the water directly ahead of the ship that was about to coll ide with the bridge. It appeared on the screen for only a fraction of a moment.
    “What was that?” Shultz asked, sitting upright in his chair.
    The tech waved him off, “We think that was a glitch in the binary stream being downloaded from the drone. It happens sometimes. The same line appears in the infrared spectrum, which is impossible, so we wrote it off as an anomaly in the data stream.”
    Another of the white-coated technicians was also curious. “Sir, could you back that up and show the black line agai n? I would like to see the time stamp.”
    The keyboard clicked a few times , and again the image showed the odd-looking black streak. In the lower right-hand corner was a