Cydney parked the van in the parking lot in front of a large store. Releasing her seat belt, she pointed out the windshield. “The motel should be about three blocks away, if I remember correctly. We can hoof it from here.”
“You figuring it might give us a little more time by leaving the van here?” N8 asked her.
“Wouldn’t hurt, don’t you think?”
Before they exited the vehicle, they slid the guns they’d confiscated from the guards into the waistbands of their jeans at the small of their backs, pulling out their shirts to wear on the outside and help cover the weapons from view. N8 caught Cydney’s amused smile. “What’s so funny?”
“You guys have seen way too many cop shows.”
“Hey. It doesn’t hurt to see if it works.” He held out his hand, and she clasped it. Altogether, they crossed the s
