“Oh, without question.”
She smiled as she ate. “Good. I’m looking forward to that.”
When the time came, she stood in the garage, counted heads, counted transpo. Weapons, protective gear.
“You know where to be and what to do. We’re moving out.”
She got in the EDD van with Roarke, Feeney, McNab, Callendar, Peabody, Willowby, Baxter, Trueheart, and two uniforms.
She contacted Whitney.
“Sir, we’re leaving Central now.”
“Chief Tibble and I are ready to roll on Joy Barrister at your go. Good hunting.”
E-geeks spoke their e-speak along the way. Feeney cursed traffic, Willowby flirted with Trueheart. Eve just let her mind go blank, gave it a rest.
Then she checked the time.
“ETA, Feeney?”
“Give it fifteen.”
“Officer Carmichael,” she said into her mic.
“Lieutenant.”
“Take your team to the shuttle strip. Detain anyone there, secure any shuttles. Shut it down. No incomings, no outgoings.”
“Twenty to target, Lieutenant. Will relay when it’s done.”
McNab shifted to the controls and monitors. “Get you heat sources as soon as we’re in position.”
“Willowby, Callendar,” Feeney said from the driver’s seat. “You’re eyes and ears with McNab. Roarke, you and me take security.”
“I’m working on that.”
“From here?”
“Just getting it laid out. We’ll want a rolling surf, not a straight charge or winding snake.”
“I need it locked when we’re in,” Eve reminded him.
“Yes, my associates and I discussed that. We can do it by remote.”
“Everyone wants in,” McNab said.
“We’re in, we shut down the gates,” Roarke said as he worked. “When all teams are inside the building, we lock the building. If the teams assigned outside require entrance, they signal, and we open for them.
“You’re nearly close enough now, Feeney. Give us another quarter mile. There we are. Can you lock on from here, Ian?”
“Locking on, and… three, two, locked. Wow, lots of people. Main-level area. Another six, lower level—that’s the kitchen area. No one above main level at this time.”
“Give me a little room, Dreamcake. We gotta get Lieutenant Kick-Ass those eyes and ears. You wanding out, Callendar?”
“Wanding now, and wrapping, little push, and whoa! Adjusting volume,” she said as voices boomed out. “Ha. Got your ears.”
“Eyes coming, doing the triple, Roarke.”
