around his waist, and gripped the edge of the capstone as he served as the

anchor point for the other two.

 

Knox went first, and within ten seconds she was lying next to Rogers.

 

Puller joined them in about the same amount of time.

 

They peered into the courtyard, saw that their way was clear, and used the same

process to descend into the courtyard. They raced to a far corner of one of the

outbuildings and took stock of their situation.

 

They shrank farther back as an armed guard came into view and met up with

another on rounds. The men briefly spoke before moving on separately.

 

Rogers pointed to an upstairs window on the main house. “That’s Davis’s room.”

“How do you know that?” asked Knox. “I brought her here after she went on a

bender at the Grunt.

 

Ballard’s room is at the top. He’s got most of the floor. Or whoever it is up

there. I don’t know where Myers might be.” “And they know you killed the ‘fake’

Ballard?” whispered Puller.

 

Rogers nodded. “I told Jericho.” Puller nodded and pulled from his knapsack two

metal objects roughly the size of his hand. “Ready?” They both nodded. “Go.”

Knox and Rogers crept around the interior of the courtyard, closely following