He glanced at his omnibus, eyes flicking to its lowest tier and the thing he’d covered with a tarp. Well, there was always that. And Nimson was gone ...
First, though, he had some plunging to do.
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“Hurry,” Alex hissed, ducking behind a fender. “I think somebody’s coming.”
Steve poked his head out from beneath Nimson’s Corvette. “Is it ...?”
Alex squinted in the night, saw a dark figure leaving the building. The figure appeared to have a briefcase in its hand. A bald spot shined beneath the parking lot’s sodium lights as the figure advanced. “s**t,” he cursed.
“Give me the bomb,” snapped Steve, holding up his hand.
“Are you crazy? He’s coming—”
“Hand me the goddamn bomb!”
Alex handed him a plastic container; it held three cylinders, a battery, and a clock. Steve took it and
