17
Tank
It’s full dark when Sam and I arrive at the tall chain-link fence topped with barbed wire that surrounds the compound. There are a few small outbuildings, but the two cars in the dirt lot are in front of the large main building.
“That’s where the server room is,” Sam points out.
“How do you know?”
“Kylie hacked a satellite to get updated images.”
I mentally put her on my don’t ever piss off list and hunch down to wait. There is a hut with a few guards carrying automatic weapons, to keep out anyone entering the road. Most of their security lies in not showing up on any map. Their mistake, our good luck.
I try to get a good scent of the place. It smells like shifters, but not just one type. Wolf, and a few others I’m not familiar with. No fox.
Two men walk out of the building
