The van hadn’t moved.Īdrian swiveled his view toward the delivery bay, but the doors were still closed. Kneeling beside Nova again, he adjusted the width of his new binoculars and peered toward the street. Pressing his fingers against the metal surface, he pulled the drawing from the utility box, transforming it into a functional, three-dimensional reality.

And maybe a flashlight…” He finished his sketch and capped his marker. But I’m definitely giving them that motion-targeting feature you talked about. I would need at least some basic knowledge of how X-ray vision works. He started to sketch a pair of binoculars onto the side of a metal utility box.

“Fine, I will get my own,” he said, pulling his fine-tip marker from the sleeve of his Renegade uniform. And because that evidently wasn’t impressive enough, she’d also added software that combined targeted facial recognition with the Renegades’ prodigy database.Įvidently, she’d been working on them for months. They now sported autofocus and stabilization functionality, motion targeting, night vision, a video recorder, and computerized lenses that could display GPS coordinates and weather forecasts. It was fair enough, he supposed, as Nova had spent twenty minutes that morning explaining to Oscar all of the modifications she’d made to this particular pair of generic binoculars. Though he wanted to be irritated with the response, he couldn’t help a twitch of a smile. Nova held the binoculars out of his reach. Shouldn’t someone have taken care of those? There were six street lamps, but three of them were burned out. “We’re on the move.”Īdrian tapped his fingers against the rooftop ledge, wishing the back entrance to the hospital had better lighting. “Roger that,” Oscar’s voice crackled back at him. Still waiting on internal recon from Monarch.” Set your stations to the south and east escape routes. Suspected getaway vehicle is parked at Seventy-Ninth and Fletcher Way. 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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