They spent another twenty minutes waiting and watching the proceedings outside via Mayhew’s com unit. Most of the goons had now gathered around the storeroom, making escape impossible, even though some of them occasionally left, usually following orders from Lazarus who was in nigh constant com contact with his boss Santerna. There seemed to be a lot of yelling and arguing, though without audio surveillance, they had no real way of knowing what was being said.
“All right, so how long will we have to wait until they get bored and go home?” she asked.
“As long as it takes,” Mayhew replied, checking his weapons.
By now, Anjali had settled down on the floor next to Mikhail, leaning against him for comfort and support. Mayhew was sitting on the other side of the small storeroom, occasionally
