Reid doesn't know if this whole situation is perfect or if he has the worst luck ever. He sits quietly in the back of the black SUV, a soldier beside him. He ignores the two up front, his body adjusting to the tight black hunting suit.
It's incredibly comfortable, even the hood. Flexible, skintight and thick enough to offer warmth. The fit makes him slightly self-conscious but he knows that once he takes the dust his embarrassment won't matter.
"Almost there," the driver calls back softly, face in shadow.
Reid shifts slightly as the soldier beside him hands him a small plastic pouch.
"Newest and brightest," the man says. "Fresh out of the lab."
Reid takes the slick bag in his hand. He looks up and out the tinted windows, just enough light from the passing street lamps to see the brick
