Chapter Seventeen
By moonlight, Jay followed Crispy Assassin at a safe distance. She drove in almost pitch darkness, east on the main arterial with her headlights off, powering them on when vehicles passed, but only for the sake of appearance.
In complete darkness, Jay had been tailing her for an hour through Kaliningrad, and he was getting thirsty. He needed to look like a normal driver to Crispy Assassin, so he’d kept his headlights on low in case she was watching with night vision—genetic or otherwise. All the same, she was far enough ahead in the darkness that he still needed the monocular, holding it in one hand and checking it constantly. He wished he had a helmet mount for it.
And, you know, a helmet.
Compared to his formerly pentachromatic vision, this was a pain in the ass.
J
