Morning fog began to descend slowly, covering the western side of the city district like a gray cloak covering a wound. Veronica and Xenon crouched behind the wall of an abandoned warehouse, watching the silhouette of a communications tower that loomed silently just fifty meters from their position. The building looked dead, no lights on, no sound of machinery. But both of them knew better.
“No movement for the past two hours,” Xenon muttered, lowering the thermal scope. “They’re sleeping. Or pretending to be sleeping.”
Veronica continued to stare at the tower, her face frozen. “Camera lines are clear?”
“They’ve been down since last night. But that’s what worries me. They’re too quiet.”
Xenon glanced at the digital watch on his wrist. “We can go in now. Two floors underground, straigh
