ebenezar satelite

"It's a little late for that now," I told him. I glared at Ebenezar. "What are you doing?"
"Taking care of a problem," the old man said. He kept his eyes on Kincaid while he drew the gun back into the truck. "Harry, you don't know this"-his mouth twisted with bitter revulsion—"this thing. You don't know what it's done."
"You're one to talk," Kincaid replied. "Gorgeous work at Casaverde, by the way. Russian satellite for a measured response to Archangel. Very nice."