high walls. Multiple buildings, an internal road system, cars, people. He had

found an aerial view of the place on the Internet.

 

Ballard had clearly struck gold sucking at the teat of the federal government.

 

There wasn’t a whole lot of high ground here, but Rogers managed to find what

there was. He worked through several spots before he found a place that allowed

him to see into the compound but provided him cover while doing so. He

automatically took in all points of entry and exit, strengths, weaknesses,

potential hiding places, and security configurations. He waited patiently as he

watched fit men in khakis, polo shirts, and ball caps with holstered handguns

and headsets making their rounds.

 

Four buildings, including the main mansion, which looked to run to over twenty

thousand square feet, were set around an enormous infinity pool.

 

One of the buildings looked to be a pool house that was three times the size of

a normal house that folks actually lived in. Sleek chaise lounges lined the

pool, all positioned perfectly parallel to their neighbors. There was an outdoor

bar, an elaborate fire pit, patios, flagstone walkways, and sumptuous

landscaping.

 

Cars, mostly Mercedes and Bentleys, were parked in the bays of the eight-car

garage. Rogers could see this because all the overhead doors were open and a

couple of men were working on one of the cars.