Yuri ignores my rebuke, crosses his legs as he sits and laughs. “Whatever for? EMF waves are a perfect way to get rid of people.”
Perfect? He must be joking.I sit as well and lean in. “The waves basically fry someone from the inside out. We have no idea–”
His hands slice the air horizontally. “Bah. The EMF is low intensity, just enough to disperse a crowd of lowlifes.”
“And perhaps cause fatal cancers in ten or twenty years.” I glare furiously at the man.
“There’s no proof of that.” The way his fist clenches his glass tells me he’s not used to being argued with.
However, I’m not about to let him have the last word. “Years down the road, hundreds, perhaps thousands of innocent protestors could die. And you’re okay with that?”
The storm in his face disperses and the charming European reappears. “Oh dear, I’m so sorry I’ve upset you. Please forgive me. Let me make it up to you with dinner. I’m sure you can convince me over a glass of wine.”
We stand and wander back to the bar. There, he insists I have a drink and we chat more agreeably about some of my experiments. The depth of his knowledge is quite a surprise.
