Not a member of Pastebin yet?
Sign Up,
it unlocks many cool features!
- He traded his fatigues and sweatshirt for the yellow Lacoste polo over sky blue outfit, then got out his binoculars--a pair of night vision Night Owl Explorers. Not the same caliber as Third Echelon's DARPA-produced headsets, but as he was something of a beggar these days, he'd renounced choosiness.
- He powered up the Night Owls, crawled to the lip of the embankment, and panned the highway. There were four SUVs in view, but none of them Renaults. A half mile to the northeast, across the highway, he could see the lights of Esch-sur-Alzette's CFL (Chemins de fer Luxembourgeois) train station. Almost there. Fifteen minutes and he'd be gone. He'd have some breathing room. At least for a while.
- - Conviction, Chapter 5
Advertisement
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment
