Page 114 of Stuart Woods' Golden Hour

“What?” Kevin asked.

“Take it.”

Confused, Kevin did.

“Let’s go,” Teddy said.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re coming with us.”

“But—but why? I can talk you through it.”

“Which means there’s a higher chance for errors than if you do it yourself. We can’t risk tipping them off.”

“What if I’m discovered?”

“Didn’t you say this could all be done from the communication systems hub on the first floor?”

“Well, yeah.”

Teddy clapped him on the shoulder. “You’ll be fine.”

Grabbing at straws, Kevin blurted out, “I wouldn’t hold up well under torture.”

“Good to know. Come on.”

“But—”

“If anyone gives you trouble,” Vesna said, “just spray them with breath freshener. That seems to work for you.”

“I said I was sorry!”

Teddy, Vesna, and Kevin sneakedinto the BLS building through a rear employee entrance and made their way to the communication systems hub. Vesna made quick work of picking the lock, and in no time they were inside.

The room was the size of a small bedroom and was lined with electronics on racks.

“Your show,” Teddy said to Kevin.

It took Kevin a couple of minutes to identify the devices serving BLS’s floors and another two to get the modified thumb drive mounted in the correct place. He then plopped on the floor, yanked a laptop out of his messenger bag, and started typing.

As time passed, Teddy began to worry something had gone wrong. But then Kevin said, “Ha!”

“Shh,” Vesna said.

“Oops, sorry,” he whispered.

“Did it work?” Teddy asked.

“Of course it worked. I now have full control of all the security for floors ten, eleven, and twelve.”

“Cameras, too?”

“Cameras, too.”

“Good work.” Teddy handed out comm gear, then said to Kevin, “You’re our eyes. If you see anyone even thinking about heading to wherever we are, you let us know.”

“That’s a lot of pressure.”

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