Chapter 213 Compliance Visit

• Wheels down. Safehouse. Switch bags.
• By the time the sun dropped, they were already rolling in two forgettable vans with magnet logos slapped on the doors—pest control and facilities. Ellerei’s hair was up, black jacket sharp, clipboard in her lap. Knox wore “Security” like a threat. Bishop looked like a man who got paid by the acronym. Decker had a sprayer, a tool bag heavy enough to be illegal, and the grin of someone who loved his job too much.
• “Thirty minutes,” Bishop said, eyes on his screen. “I want in their network before we put feet on concrete.”