“Get your own pair.” 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? “Can I see?” he asked. There were six street lamps, but three of them were burned out. “We’re on the move.” Adrian tapped his fingers against the rooftop ledge, wishing the back entrance to the hospital had better lighting. Still waiting on internal recon from Monarch.” “Roger that,” Oscar’s voice crackled back at him.
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.” Adrian lifted his wrist toward his mouth, speaking into his communication band. “Is there anyone inside?” “One, in the driver’s seat. 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.” Adrian sought out the van. “How can you tell?” “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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