Jonah parked the black Sprinter cargo van on the side road an eighth of a mile east of NGS. Once everyone was out, Jonah handed Mars and Dylan night vision binocular/goggles, saying, “You two check the road behind the complex. We’ll drive the side roads to see if there are any spots that’ll work for us.”
“I feel like a robot,” Dylan muttered, setting the focus while letting his eyes adjust to the green imagery.
“Look like one too,” Mars replied. “We both do. The invasion of the…whatevers.”
“Gentlemen,” Jonah said sternly. “If you would. You know what you’re looking for back there.”
A safe place for the hijacking, if they use the road we’re searching—and a fast getaway route. Dylan had that memorized, although he wasn’t certain he’d know them when he saw them. I’m more here to backup Ma
