CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Ilse and Sawyer crowded in the back of the A-class RV turned mobile tech space. Rudiger sat in a custom-built chair which better suited his frame. The bombastic desk agent was rocking back and forth with squeaking sounds, his fingers flying over the keyboard as the agents behind him leaned in.
“That all of them?” Sawyer asked, frowning at the screen and rubbing his jaw.
“Scanned the last one already, Mein Kommandant!” declared Rudiger with a delightful wag of his bald head. He reached into a jar of jellybeans by his computer and flicked one into his mouth, then glanced at Ilse and extended a handful. “Like one, my dear?”
She smiled politely and shook her head, glancing around the mobile tech space once more. The RV, parked outside the precinct and taking up two spots,
