He summoned one last burst of energy to approach the top of the tower and saw that the red box was a shipping container boosted from an old boat. It was bolted to the tower’s side, big drops of blue molecular resin squeezed out from other connections. Surveillance gear covered the roof; Red recognized parts from police Hoppers, but other than that he had no clue. There were satellite upload dishes, sphere clusters, tall ceramic aerials, and aerostat recharge points. The pure green light of a targeting laser ran over his face; zeroed in on his eye for a retinal scan. They knew all about him now.