‘Dome’s made of layers of glass. Several inches thick,’ Meghan confirmed as her sister flew the drone from a distance.
The main hall where Mostofi would speak had a broad, flat roof with the usual aircon equipment on top. Cabling neatly laid out in trays, aluminum ducting, fans, cooling towers, an access door to the inside. A four-feet-high parapet ran around the hall.
‘There will be snipers on the roof. All of them in communication with ground soldiers.’
‘I don’t know what Zeb’s got in mind,’ Beth shrugged. ‘This looks impregnable. Even if we overcame those soldiers and burst through that dome, how would we exfil?’
Meghan looked up from the screen. ‘How high do you think this hall is?’
Beth examined it. ‘Ceiling height is forty feet. I looked that up. On the outside? Sixty feet I reckon. Hang on, our drone can find out.’
‘Seventy feet,’ the elder twin confirmed. ‘Why?’
‘The nearest office complex is in Modiriat, just across the Chamran Highway.’
‘There are other offices, closer—’ Beth’s head jerked up. Her eyes narrowed. ‘You know his plan, don’t you?’
‘Nope. Guessing. Modiriat, because that’s where high towers are, at a lower height than this hall.’
‘Tell me everything,’ Beth threatened and her eyes widened when Meghan explained.
‘Even Zeb wouldn’t do something so foolhardy,’ she exclaimed.
‘You know him. He wants to counter Mostofi’s symbolism.’
‘You think it will work?’
Meghan got Werner to make rapid calculations and nodded. ‘Distances, predicted wind velocity for that day, all those work in our favor.’
‘What about the gear?’
‘That,’ the elder sister massaged a crick in her neck, ‘I don’t know. I’m sure he’s working on that.’
‘Do we tell him?’
‘Nah,’ she scoffed. ‘Let him think we’re in the dark.’