The road to Larkspur cut through three checkpoints that used to be manned and were now just concrete barriers with nobody left to guard them. Reyes drove a pickup truck he'd "borrowed" from behind the safehouse, headlights off, using the last gray light of evening to navigate.
"You're sure this thing runs quiet enough?" Marcus asked from the passenger seat.
"Quiet enough," Reyes said. "Diesel engines aren't silent, but they don't scream either. That's the best we get tonight."
Priya sat in the back seat, laptop open on her knees despite the bouncing ride, cross-referencing Larkspur's district map against the deployment coordinates. "Take the next left. The release point's listed near the old water treatment plant, north side of the district."
Reyes turned as instructed, easing the truc
