It was just me and Michael. Garrett and Christian stayed back three blocks just in case something goes wrong. They were our escape plan, Plan B. We drove down the back of the alley, scanning the back of H. M. S. Headquarters carefully. The bomb was safely tucked inside of Michael’s jacket where it couldn’t be seen in the hidden pockets of its leather coat. There were five cameras, two on the roof, another pair on both corners, and the last one was pointing at the fire-escapes stairs.
“There’s camera’s.” I said warily.
“The two on the corners don’t work,” he nodded to them. “They were killed by an electric surge in the building ages ago, and they’ve been too lazy to get them fixed.”
“Why?”
“There was no need to.” He shrugged. “The Aons weren’t a threat any more, not to mention the Aons
