Anson Gorbel had suffered major set backs this past week but was not the type to simply quit. This superior technology used by the scientist on that farm in the next valley was literally out of this world but no one was unbeatable and so this was why Gorbel was ready to set his new plan in motion. Sitting back in his chair inside the darkened office he turned over this situation with that very evil mind. Three drones would fly over the valley farm at a very high altitude launching new state of the art missiles at his command. Devastation would soon follow and that is when personal helicopters would swoop in securing the area. His nephew Tyler who had become bored thus much more annoying of late was given the task of messenger about the mountain fortress and would come to fetch Anson when full surveillance had been locked upon the location in order for the operation to begin. There was a new feeling of confidence about Gorbel and he felt it fitting to mark this occasion in advance with one of his nice cigars. Snatching a Cuban from the desk drawer and placing it between his lips, he had just put a flame to it when the office door slammed open. Flying backwards in his chair with lighter going one way and cigar falling to the desk top, young Tyler Gorbel ran in his face flushed with worry.
“Uncs we got a problem you need to come quick”.
Wrestling deep dark waves of annoyance and shock Gorbel sat in his chair against the wall head down wondering deeply how he had killed so many through the years and not this youngster. If that Rippley kid had remained in custody he would certainly be dead by now but this nephew of his Tyler certainly could not possibly know how close he was to his biological end at times. Pulling his emotions into check as best he could Anson moved at lightning speed, seizing his young relative by the arm bringing his deep dark and wicked gaze even with the lads eyes.
” Further to what we have discussed about your training as an agent and what I expect of you! We have lost count I am sure of how many times you have been told to knock upon entering my office! If you wish to continue as a part of my organisation you will keep the decorum that has been laid out for you to abide by, for the last time is that UNDERSTOOD?! And for the love of god STOP CALLING ME UNCS”!
Staring blankly into the black holes of his uncles eyes young Tyler answered as if nothing had just happened, “Uh ya sure but you really need to come to the control room right now”.
Anson seemed to suddenly notice the urgency in his nephews voice and followed him quickly to the control room to find his operators in a fevered uproar of panic. Donna Anders his head surveillance operator inside the fortress ran over to him a look of concern and confusion on her face.
” Sir we have everything in place except for the location we will be striking. It seems the valley farm has seemed to some how disappeared”.
Turning to look at the large situation screen a feeling of bewilderment washed over him. For right where the farm had been so many times when they had spied on it, the place just simply seemed to be gone. Anger began to well up inside him with it’s usual hateful brew. He knew who would be behind such a slick trick and his name came to his lips with the normal bitter contempt.
“CASPER! What have you done now”?!