[color=f7941d][h2]Douglas Song[/h2][/color][color=f7941d][h3]Centerville Electric Corporation Windfarm[/h3][/color]

The abandoned gatehouse offered Song some much needed reprieve, being one of the few places if any he could see that wasn't plainly in the open. Of course had it been occupied he would have had to contend with its keeper, but that would have been far, far easier for him than most. Rendering others unconscious without needing too much force? Something he could do and do quite well. Yet what Song could not do well was contend with a helicopter of all things. Having been inside the small office, looking through its contents and drawers, even down to just where the chair was placed, what tipped the man off was a light among darkness in the distance, then the beating of its blades that sent a hum through the shack.

For a moment Song laid low, clinging just below the profile of the windows and creeping along their base. Now and then he peaked, only to see the aircraft drift about, searching the field for someone or something. Thinking quickly, the man's amber eyes scanned the dim office until he noted an answer - a pair of binoculars. If they were good enough for the guards to the windfarm, they were good enough for him, so Song snatched the tool and brought them close to his eyes.

What was the helicopter after and just who did it belong to?