Denton ducked under an S-bend pipe, its joint flexible to accommodate earthquakes and seismic shockwaves. He reached the southern wall that faced the excavated water reservoirs. Each reservoir held over one million gallons of water. He only needed the one.
The last item in Chickenhead’s daypack was a high-explosive charge Aviary had made for them. He removed it and placed it on the wall. Like the EMP devices, there was a timer attached. It was more reliable than using radio frequency, especially if Cecilia had the foresight—and she would—to jam such frequencies. He set the timer as the second hand on his watch struck twelve.
Still dressed as a Blue Beret, Denton made his way through the north corridor, past the hospital and the systems center. Two lines of soldiers hustled past in urban
