THE DEAN'S ASSASSIN
Elias muttered, wiping his lip with the back of his tactical glove.
He extended his good right hand, pulling me up. We stood side by side on the windy ridge, the arctic desert breeze whipping sand against our torn combat pants.
Two miles away, nestled deep within the jagged lips of an extinct volcanic crater, a sharp, artificial structure cut through the ancient basalt. It was a massive, towering parabolic dish a hundred yards wide, constructed from polished silver mesh and surrounded by high perimeter fences, floodlights, and patrol vehicles.
From the exact center of the dish, a thick, focused beam of emerald-green laser light shot directly into the sky, punching through the earth's atmosph