Chapter 117: Taking The Fight To Solo

It's dark when we emerge from the garage in our Crawler truck and trundle down West 43rd toward 5th Avenue. I turn in the passenger's seat, Beckett behind the wheel beside me, to see the two refitted Tek SUV's turn the opposite way, heading toward West 44th. Circling around.

The plan is simple. We're going right to them, our Crawler vehicle hopefully enough of a camouflage to get us close to the shattered front door while Ever and her Teks attack from the other side, their weapons distracting the Crawlers.

We hope.

Beckett keeps the truck at a slow roll, as though not in a hurry, though my anxiety wants him to floor it, to get us there as fast as possible. I hear mental whispers, the clank of metal, turn to see Socrates and Ande handing out tasers, augmented by the Teks, the electric current now green when it pops to life.

We're as prepared as we can be, but in any case I can't wait any longer. I'm here, my task is at hand and I have to act.