Chapter 61

“Can you come with me, sir?” Escobedo stepped aside, gesturing toward the open rear of the STV. “I’d like to scan you.”

Sullivan nodded. If these had been his men, they wouldn’t have waited so long to confirm his identity. Rutledge had been distracted by the uniform and sergeant stripes long enough for Sullivan to take advantage of it, if he’d so wanted. Further proof they were very, very green.

Cool air filled the rear of the STV, tinged by the faintly medicinal smell of temperature controls. One wall was lined with computers and communication equipment, while a foldaway bunk took up the other one. They were living in the vehicle, rather than commandeering a local residence. Orders, most likely, though they probably didn’t want to trade their mild comforts for more space.