I scaled the PSS"s fortress wall in a more dignified way than when I escaped Remo Drammen"s penthouse in Vegas. The wall was smooth stone and slippery from the previous rain, preventing an easy climb. Barbed electric wires topped another seven foot above it. Rafael had disabled the charge and cut a path for us through the wire and, although I never did this kind of thing before, I didn"t slow them down or embarrass myself.
Inside the PSS"s grounds, I was the expert. Both Rafael and Logan stepped back a pace, ready to follow my lead.
We traversed a good fifty feet in the open, the sky a dark moonless bowl above, to the back entrance of Building A, hidden behind a corner of the edifice and disguised by the same white-washed color present everywhere. We moved purposefully, my heart beating
