white lights of a passing ship. It was cool, quiet, and peaceful.

 

Depending on how things went, that could all change very quickly.

 

He knew exactly where he was going and wanted to get there quickly and

unobtrusively. There were few who could move with more stealth than Rogers. That

had been beaten into him for so long he could think of no other way.

 

The building was just up ahead.

 

He had passed it earlier.

 

Building Q.

 

He did nothing but watch for an hour.

 

It was now five minutes past four.

 

The private security did a sweep on the half hour, he noted. One went left, the

other went right, and they crossed in the rear. A third guard remained at the

front gate.

 

Standard protocols all the way around.

 

Predictable.