“We may be in trouble,” Tate barely whispered, pointing to the arched ceiling above them. “Where’s Sean or Mars when I need them?” At the moment he was regretting refusing Zavier’s offer to send him back-up. What I get for thinking I can do it all on my own.
“Why?” Van asked—nodding a second later.
One brick was missing from the arch, replaced by a barely visible small camera. “Infrared, I suspect. If he’s watching, he knows we’re here,” Tate said.
Van used his flashlight to scan the ceiling ahead of them, pausing when he found a second missing brick a few yards down the tunnel, murmuring, “I can do something about the cameras, although it’s probably locking the barn door.” He took a small laser light from his pack, pointing it at the cameras. “They’re dead, for now.”
“I don’t suppose
