“Seventeen seconds for the power,” Blake said. “Are you monitoring the cameras?”
“Yep. Twenty-three seconds for them to start coming back online.”
“Guards?” Zane asked.
“Held position.” He could see one of the gate guards standing halfway into the driveway, talking to the person in the SUV. “So, we need a distraction other than the power outage.”
“A delivery,” Jewell said. “The compound has been getting deliveries steadily for the last twenty-four hours. Their security footage is stored in the cloud for only twenty-four hours before it poofs.”
“That’s stupid and risky,” Blake muttered as he checked on each of the guards’ positions. None of them had moved.
“Yes, it is. And it won’t be uploaded when you’re active. The server for the security company he uses will have been hacked. Con’s going to take care of that. Also, he has the exfil pinned down. I saw the plan. It’s solid,” Jewell said as he heard typing in the background.
“Thanks for double-checking.” Blake narrowed his eyes. “There must be internal guards.”
“Or they don’t move unless he’s in residence,” Zane surmised.
“The guards live above the kitchen. Easy response from there to Zajac’s side of the house.”
“Would the interior guards move if it were just a power flux, not an outage?” Zane wondered out loud.
“I’d say no, but then again, I won’t be there right after the power goes out, so if they do check on him, he’d still be breathing.”
“Then we have a power flux and a delivery at the front gate at the same time. Distraction times two,” Zane said.
“That will work.” Blake shifted his focus and slid down the embankment. “The service entrance is on the side. There’s a hedgerow about twenty yards away. If I don’t get too close, I won’t be spotted.
“Seventeen seconds to clear the open area and pick the lock. How good are you with the pick?”
“Damn good,” Blake answered. “I’ll need a jammer and sleepy time jerky for the dogs, just in case.”
“I’ll send a series of jammers,” Jewell said. “They can be localized, and I can loop the camera system. We’ll let you know when to activate one, and I’ll send pictures of the camera’s views to you for your approach.”
“Copy.” He’d visualize the approach and exit at least a thousand times before he’d take one step. The more information, the better. “His schedule?”
“He has it blocked for the doctors until five. He has free time until nine thirty, at which time he has a meeting with, oh look at this … he’s meeting with the Budapesti Rendor-fokapitány and the Országos Rendor-fokapitány.”
“The national law enforcement chief and the Budapest Chief of Police,” Blake translated Jewell’s Hungarian. “You slaughtered that pronunciation, by the way.”
“Hey, you figured it out, and don’t pick on your elders.” Jewell tried to sound offended but didn’t quite cut it.
“Then we have a timeline.”
“We do?” Jewell’s confusion was apparent.
“I’ll go in fifteen minutes before his guests arrive.”
“That’ll be cutting it close.” Zane played devil’s advocate. “What if you’re delayed inside?”
“Then there will be three dead assholes instead of one.”
“Well, as long as one of them isn’t you.” Con’s voice came over the comms.
“Seriously, who let you in?” Blake studied the map of the compound.
“I was invited. Once, I think, anyway, I found something I thought you’d like to see.”
Jewell asked, “What’s that?”
