UAV

Beck couldn’t think of any good ways out of his predicament. After being drugged and kidnapped, he’d been locked into a chamber behind a one-way mirror in an old police station.

Lyle could barely breathe while they walked down the stairs. Kate seemed calm and relaxed, not at all bothered by what they were doing. Once they reached the bottom floor of the stairwell, they hid around the corner and waited.

Kate sat on the edge of the bed, pondering her next move. They were hiding out in a hotel off an exit ramp outside Phoenix. A little remote exit well out of the way. She had booked it early that morning and been careful to keep her face off any of the cameras.

Jack awoke groggily, opening his eyes in the dim lighting of his holding cell. He was on a hard-backed bed with almost no padding. His head hurt, and he felt as though he’d been decked in the temple.

Lyle finally decided it was late enough to vacate his hotel room.

“Which Casino do you want to hit next?” Beck asked as they found their way back to the main thoroughfare. Jack shrugged, pleasantly tipsy and enjoying the atmosphere. The lights, the music, the action. He felt like dancing, like months of excess stress were being scraped away.

Victor waited outside the office building of Markwell, leaning against a car and tapping his fingers against the hood. It was the middle of the day, but on a weekend so there were very few cars in the parking lot. His was in a back corner, tucked out of sight.

Lyle hadn’t expected it to be so hot.

“Did you get the peyote?” Beck asked.