Ben opened the rifle case, put the rifle together, and set it aside for the moment. While he was doing that, Zach gave Ez and Hayley their pistols plus extra ammunition. While they hoped they wouldn’t need it, it paid to be prepared for anything, including a gun battle.
“I’ll be back,” Zach said softly, holding up the listening sensor. He put on his goggles and mask, turned out the light, and left the unit, lowering the door behind him.
“It’s the expectation that’s a killer,” Ez said under his breath as he turned the light on again and began to pace.
Ben had to agree. He preferred action, no matter how minor, to standing around waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“Anyone up for a game of gin?” Hayley whispered, her eyes glittering with amusement.
“I wish,” Ez muttered. “In the first place I doubt you’ve got cards with you.”
Ben half expected she’d say she did, but she shrugged, replying, “There is that.”