Rory tried it too. “It was that pterodactyl. Look, the whole bar’s bent ...”
“Let me see,” said Long, squeezing in, even as Bo unshouldered his rifle—and seemed to look for his men.
“Roof access,” he snapped, appearing to locate them. “Find it.”
“Shouldn’t we be, I don’t know, jumping up and down or something? Trying to get their attention?” asked Ashley, and started waving her arms.
Tess slapped them down. “The President’s entourage? No!”
“It’ll just draw them out—unprepared,” said Rory, watching Bo and his men double-time around the counter—seeing them pause over the body of the clerk-thing.
“Jesus,” one of them said—the loader, if Tess recalled. Malone.
“Holy shit.”
“Come on. Move it,” said Bo.
They moved it, disappearing into the back, pounding up stairs.
“Someone’s out,” sai
