Chapter Thirty
The drone buzzed like a swarm of bees.
It dove on the front of the Greek Parliament, right at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. It was always guarded by Evzones, soldiers in old-style ceremonial uniform carrying classic long rifles. They weren’t supposed to react to anything people did, and people just gawked at them, but sometimes people were assholes. Of the millions of tourists coming to Greece every year, a big chunk visited Athens and the main attractions. There was the Syntagma square, the Greek Parliament, the Hotel Grande Brittania, the National Gardens.
The poor soldier, the Evzones who was going to be immortalised soon in the collective unconscious of the internet, was on guard, as he had been for months now. He had managed to perfect the step, a slow, deliberate
