(Note: This is getting tough. Just once I'd like Wikipedia to give me a random picture of something awesome. Okay, Wikipedia? Just once. I'm writing these on the spot right after I do the photo search, so if you could give me something just a little more awesome tomorrow, that'd be grrrrreat. Okay, no more whining. On to the project.)"What am I looking?"
"A football stadium, sir."
"I know that, Winch. Dammit, I'm saying what am I looking at it for?"
"The target, sir. It's the target for next week."
Katch dropped the photo on the table. It floated across the slick surface for a second or two then came to rest. Winch followed him to the window of the conference room, stood close.
"We don't have to keep doing this, sir."
"I know that, Winch. Sonofabitch, I know that."
The city was a picture in the window. Not an overhead shot like the stadium, but Katch could feel the humming of people in the landscape, the same humming he felt when he looked at the surveillance photo.
Unsanctioned. Unchecked. They could level Detroit, if they felt it necessary.
"Maybe we should level Detroit."
"Sir?"
"Nothing."
Winch wrote a few quick notes on a pad cradled at his belly.
"I'll give the order, sir."
Katch said nothing. The landscape made for a good lullaby.
Keep up the good work, Sheldon! You're doing a fine job! I'm enjoying seeing where you go with each picture. It's tough, I know. I wrote a poem a day for the entire month of April and IT WAS SO FLIPPIN HARD! I had some dogs, for sure, but i had a bunch that got into PANK and one even got nominated for a Pushcart, so you just never know.....
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