

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.
