The drone held at three hundred feet, directly over the stopped vehicle, its designator laser tracking the cabin roofline with the patient persistence of an optical array that had found something and was now characterizing it.Elena didn't need an instrument to know what it was reading. The aluminum hood, still venting steam from the ruptured oil line, was running eighty, ninety degrees above the wet teak canopy's baseline. Against thirty-six degrees ambient, that wasn't a vehicle anymore. That was a beacon."The hood is radiating," she said. Flat. The register she'd used in the Manhattan server vault, in the Dubai sub-zero hub, in every room where panic would have cost more than it bought. "At three hundred feet, with a clear sightline through the canopy gap, that reads as a thermal anomaly the size of the vehicle. We don't have time to wait for the steam to disperse.""The fire extinguisher won't help," Arthur said, already moving toward the door. "CO2 would drop the surface tempera
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