Sunlight from a clear blue sky shone down on a street lined with small red-bricked buildings of three or four stories. There were cars on each curb – vehicles that had been abandoned when their owners fled this part of town – but none were in motion.
Jena crouched on the sidewalk with her back pressed to a parked car, heaving out a deep breath. She wore a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt under her trench coat. Some folks would say that it was much too hot out for such clothing, but she liked the coat. It made her feel a little more bad-a*s.
Jena closed her eyes, ignoring the prickle of sweat on her forehead. “Report,” she said, lifting her arm to speak into her gauntlet. “My back"s starting to hurt. Tell me we"ve got a viable target.”
“A van is on the way,” Pedro replied through the sp
