‘My lord, beg pardon and that,’ says Bonnie.
The Head nods graciously. ‘Go ahead, Bonnie,’ he says.
She does. ‘Thanks, my lord. It’s not just the shooting, is it? If a normal person wanted to kill you, they’d’ve hid in the crowd with a gun. Lots of cover, plenty of opportunity. They’d’ve got caught, but it’s not like Brewster was gonna get away with it either. What Brewster did? Get hold of military-grade camouflage, go and stand right where the High King’s coming and just wait? That’s not normal, that’s making a statement – I’m gonna kill you by being invisible. Only someone with an ally – sorry – with a device is going to do that. Sounds to me like Sir Garlon fits the spec, my lord.’
– Trojans, p58