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Hal sighed.
Nothing got past Teresa. Not only had he been set up, but he’d climbed right into it without thinking.
He was indeed standing in the master bathroom. A far nicer version than the one in the guard’s quarters with a modern shower, a sit-down toilet, and tile work that was probably attractive but was all a uniform dark green, almost black with lack of heat in his NVGs…but still “in the shitter again.”
Teresa handed through her rifle, then with a jump-and-grab, slipped through the window and landed beside him. She applied a friendly nudge in the ribs, that lost him about half his air, and then they moved forward into the house. A quick scouting revealed that it was unoccupied except for the master bedroom; they met again outside the closed bedroom door.
No noise or light wit
