Chapter Twenty-Five
The terrain didn’t give a lot of cover. They’d gone off-road, half a mile down a dry river bed; the depression was shallow but enough to hide them from view.
“Who are they?” Marnie whispered. Voices could carry a long way out here. “They” were a blip on the Dress’s scanning screen; half a dozen vehicles for sure, which could mean a force of anything from a dozen to a hundred guys. They were on both sides of the road, not moving. That meant a guard post or an ambush.
“Can’t tell,” Cassie breathed, “but it doesn’t look good.”
“Can we get around them?”
Blips on the screen indicated these people, whoever they were, had deployed a long line of sensors.
“Nuh-uh.” She shook her head.
“We’re not giving up,” Gina stated, too loudly for the other women’s liking. But she wa
