35: Deva
Deva
“I can’t believe you convinced me to do this,” Wrench said as he shuffled next to Deva.
There wasn’t much space, wedged between these crates, but it gave them a decent view of the facility. There were a few lights on in the building, and guards occasionally patrolled inside the chain-link fence, but other than that it was dark and quiet.
As if the company wanted to pretend nothing was going on.
“Relax,” she told Wrench. “We’re not doing anything wrong.”
“Then why the disguise?”
She ran a hand through her wig—fairly thick, reddish hair, with her own tucked underneath. And the make-up on her face drew attention to her eyes and flattened her nose.
That had taken some doing. She’d been experimenting for a few days, ever since she’d found the store-room. And she’d only f
