Andre glanced out the window as the station wagon weaved through the highway streaked with rubble, garbage abandoned cars as well as burned out ones. He took out his phone and called Michael. "Is everything ready, "?He asked mechanically as the wagon weaved past a burning truck. "Yes sir,"came the reply from the onlther end. "Get the drones ready and destroy every airport in the city," he commanded..
Deathly silence fell inside the station wagon as well as from the other end of the line. Michael then agreed before ending the call. Andre merely smiled quietly. "Have you found their location,"? he nonchalantly asked no one in particular. "They're in the upscale northern apartments," one of the men cleared his throat and answered. Andre's eyes darkened slightly. He knew exactly where that was after all he had been one of the key investors way back when it was still a dream. His late brother's dream. He smiled at the irony of the enitre situation...
