and bring her in out of the cold, too? Then they would have a personal
guide to the whole layout. It seemed to make a lot of sense,
particularly since radio security was already shot to hell.
He clicked on the microphone again. "Can you meet us there? Where you
think he is?"
"Copy. Give me eight minutes." And the radio clicked off.
I hope we've got eight to spare, Armont thought, checking his Krieger
watch. The minutes were ticking away.
"Okay, we'll change the plan," he whispered. "We'll make the insertion
through the loading bays." He nodded to Hans and the Voorst brothers,
and without so much as a word they tightened their black hoods and
headed up through the mist.