Could be more, but I can’t see into the back.”Īdrian lifted his wrist toward his mouth, speaking into his communication band. Steam was rising from its exhaust pipe in great white clouds. “Nondescript, blacked-out windows, engine still running even though it’s been parked since we got here.”Īdrian sought out the van. “That van on the corner.” She swiveled her view from the vehicle to the hospital door and back. “I have eyes on the getaway vehicle,” said Nova, who was watching the quiet streets through a pair of binoculars. The dimness made it difficult to see anything ten stories below, beyond a couple of vans and a supply truck. It was early morning-the sun hadn’t risen yet, though hints of light were turning the sky from charcoal gray to pale violet. ADRIAN CROUCHED ON THE ROOFTOP, peering at the delivery entrance behind Gatlon City Hospital.
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