“Get out of there on the double.” Stuart’s voice came through Ginna’s IEM. She glanced at Troy, he nodded once to show he’d heard, and the two of them raced out the back door of the building. A van stood in the lot a few yards away, the rear door open.
They dove in, and seconds later Stuart had pulled it out of the lot onto the busy boulevard. “Sorry for the hurry up,” he said, “but someone leaked info about our interest in the targets and they left the conclave post haste.”
“Been doing that Word a Day calendar again Stu,” Troy asked with a laugh as he stripped out of the coveralls he’d been wearing. Stuart flipped him off before returning his attention to the road.
Ginna’s coveralls were already lying in a heap on the van floor, the cap resting on top of them. Loosening her hair she ra
