Night fell quickly over West Haven. The rain was falling harder now, hitting the SUV’s hood loudly. Water poured down the windshield, making the streetlights look blurry and like halos. Regan looked at his watch—10:57 PM. Three minutes until they moved.
Lancaster Holdings rose like a monolith against the stormy sky, its glass facade reflecting lightning. Security guards patrolled the entrance in regular intervals, their uniforms glistening under harsh lights. Two cameras swept the plaza in predictable arcs.
"Ready?" Regan asked, voice barely audible above the downpour.
Lila nodded beside him, face half-hidden in shadow. She wore a tailored black pantsuit, her auburn hair in a severe bun. A counterfeit employee ID hung around her neck.
"Just like we planned," she replied steadily. "I go
