He had to know. He had to have a clue if the rifle was still up there or if it had been taken, either by authorities or by the terrorists.
Kurt spent a number of long minutes carefully observing what he could see of the roof from the window of a neighboring building. This was going to be a big freaking gamble.
Up the flights of stairs, creeping out onto the roof in darkness, he went back for it. Was it dumb luck that the damn thing was still there? Kurt found the rifle exactly where he had left it, case beside it. He did take several minutes to check that there were no trip wires before he touched anything. Hastily disassembling it, he tucked the scope in his pocket. There were no lights or signs of occupancy across the way. What did that mean?
Kurt returned to the apartment, swinging b
