“He’s going with them. I need a fire order.”
Through a lens, carefully steadied, Michael and David parted company with a hug, and the agents escorted him to a predictably large, black, nondescript sedan.
“I’m gonna lose him; somebody gimme a damn clearance!”
“Hold your fire! All teams, unload, clear, and lock! Verify, Team One.”
The sniper looked at Lorelei in disbelief. She ignored him, and he shook his head as he disarmed his rifle.
“Team One, clear,” the radio crackled.
“Three is clear.”
“We’re safe,” said the sniper. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“And Two is clear. New orders: Team One, follow Downs. Three, you’re trailing Solomon. Get a position, survey the area and report. Out.”
Lorelei sighed and stared after the black vehicle’s taillights. The sniper finished repacking and joined her.
“We’re not gonna get much closer than that, anytime soon,” he said
She nodded, her brow furrowed. “Yeah, but it’s still too soon.”
The car pulled out of range.
“We still don’t know they mean him harm.”