"Let's do it this way." He finally spoke, his voice hoarse as if drained of strength, "Tell Silver Wing Capital, 20 million, in the account within three days. Shares, let them take as they please."
Sir Davidson opened his mouth, finally just nodding heavily.
He was aware that Scottish Power held the grid hubs of Glasgow and Edinburgh, and although 5% of the shares seemed little, it meant that foreign capital was touching the energy lifeline of the United Kingdom's north for the first time.
But right now, the tear gas procurement contract was three days overdue, and in Colonel Hawkins' telegram, soldiers were dealing with the backlash of tear gas with expired gas masks, which were surplus from the 1990s Gulf War. The rubber gaskets had long hardened, causing many to cough uncontrollably, making even aiming a problem.
Don't think it's too much...
