Old Hardenn suddenly called out to him, "Brian, a fax has come in from headquarters."
Brian took the fax, still reeking of ink, and started to read.
As he read,
he laughed.
It was a wanted notice:
Codename: Laughing Clown.
Beneath was a high-definition satellite photo, the very disguise Brian had worn in the early hours of the morning.
You couldn't deny it, it was pretty clear.
Below the picture, there were three facial reconstructions, the third of a gaunt, long-faced man, whose appearance under Brian's mask last night bore some resemblance, at least the overall bone structure was similar, but the facial features were off.
It was a limitation of technology.
Satellites, after all, were not x-ray machines.
