The target was an apartment building on the other side of the city. Fresco hadn't taken the subway in years, not since a junior high outing to a museum. He remembered feeling uncomfortable, a weird thrill giving him shivers. This time was no different. Oddly, he avoided it during his time as a Waster and so did most of the other Wasted kids. Something about being underground gave him a serious case of the creeps.
Fresco held his position across the street and waited for Daniel's signal. His stomach gave a small twist of unhappy warning, but he shoved it aside. Daniel knew what he was doing. All his people did. They successfully rescued kids before this. He refused to let his fear get in the way. As hard as Fresco tried, the worm of doubt wouldn't stay still.