27
Anna shoved a charge into a tube of C-4, headlamp casting a faint red glow over her fingers. Estrella stretched out in the back seat, smacking her gum, and reached toward the overhead light.
“Don’t touch that.” Anna slapped her hand.
“But I can’t see a thing.”
“That’s the point.” She checked her watch. Fifteen past midnight. They’d been hiding in this stupid spot for over an hour. “Still nothing?”
“What?” Estrella popped a bubble.
“I’m talking to Art.” She hit a button, bumping up the Bluetooth’s volume.
Art’s voice buzzed in her ear. “Trees. Vines. Mosquitoes the size of my face.”
“Should I come up there?” She grabbed another tube of C-4.
“If you think it would make them come out faster, be my guest.”
A bag of drones settled over her shoulder, and she hopped out.
“Uh, why
