Hector Olmstadt stood and regarded the world beyond the window in his office. Two knocks on the door heralded the arrival of Tammy Beckett, the person in charge of their… hospitality.
“Well?” Hector grunted.
Tammy answered with an almost predatory grin as she slipped into one of the plush armchairs Hector kept for office guests. “I think they bought it. They certainly gave no indication they detected the charm I wore. Of course, I wear it inside my clothes, like we all do, and made every effort to act like I saw whatever illusions they tried to spin.”
“Okay, then. If they found the NAS at the steel mill, they should believe we will attempt a raid on this facility two days from now. Start sending the kids out through the tunnel to the truck stop and get them on their way. I’ll call in ou
