Lucian reached one-hundred-seventy-four deep breaths and was beginning to worry when a complicated rap pounded on the side of the car. Lucian grabbed another helmet, put it on, and the three of them waited until the code knock sounded again. Tim grabbed his rifle, Lucian unholstered his forty-four, and only Tim exited from the vehicle. A moment later, he and Kris joined Lucian and Koyzumi-san inside the limo.
“Evenin’,” Kris said, jovial beneath the raised visor of his headgear. He aimed his rifle at the car’s roof as they started to move. “Three poor saps downed, bound, and retired early for the night. Alarms are, alas, no more, and our handy gadgetry shows no movement and no more warm bodies. Clark’s got the van, and I heard a sweet symphony ‘a tears comin’ from dear Gary. Somethin’ tells me he’ll be quite amenable by the time we get him in his own torture chambers.”