Chapter 308
Coms were scrambled within thirty seconds of reaching the tower lobby.
If anything, the fact that Miles was still navigating along predictable lines made me feel better. The brief gap before the scramble meant whoever he'd posted up here probably didn't have a perfect vantage on the elevator. Paying close enough attention to register "Matt's" arrival, but not so close that they got a clear look at the person with him.
The split itself was easy. Textbook.
I waited in line for a hotdog, blending in with dozens of other users perusing the many vendors, angled enough to witness Azure stick his hands in the pockets of my hoodie and hurry out the front. He'd need to pass through the security checkpoint. It was a low volume day, so he'd be gone in two minutes along with any tail.
The safest time to leave would be shortly after.
Biding the time, I thought about next steps.
No matter how this played out he wouldn't catch me flat footed like last time. There were contingencies in place for this exact scenario. Hurricane Miles. Unfortunately, they took time to deploy. Numerous messages to deliver, people to speak with, and contracts to activate. I'd tried to be practical in planning. If I hauled ass, it was theoretically possible to get every plate spinning within a twenty-four-hour period.
I had less than twelve.
And not every measure was created equal.