Chapter 6: Pick PocketsIT WAS NOON BY THE time they were all casually seated around the kitchen table. Claire had a labyrinth of power cords plugged in and two laptops set up on in front of her. Harley was tinkering with his M4, the lower and upper receiver separated as he field-stripped and cleaned the rifle. He wore a light pair of khaki shorts with an unbuttoned shirt over his shoulders. Matt sat with his feet up on the table and his chair on its back legs, his hands behind his head. He too had on a pair of shorts and a tank-top.
Cole, leaning forward from his seat, rubbed his eyes again and spoke first. “I need a drink.”
Harley looked up at Matt as Claire paid little attention to any of them.
Matt, still looking back at Harley, asked, “Wanna check out the town?”
Putting the upper a
