36: Keelin
Keelin
The truck was cramped, with all the gear on board. None of it was needed for this mission, but it hid Keelin, should they be stopped.
That was what Tallia had said, anyway. Like the authorities would simply open the back door, see all the boxes, and that would be that. Like they wouldn’t probe further.
Tallia had parked the vehicle at the back of some eatery, closed for repairs. The truck’s systems quietened, and the rear door opened. Keelin stretched.
“Comfortable?” Tallia asked as Keelin clambered over all the clutter.
“Never felt better.” Keelin rubbed her thigh, encouraging circulation. She jumped down onto the road, pulled the hood of her cloak up, then pointed to the building across from the vehicle. “This the place?”
“Next one along. Didn’t want to park too
