Chapter 76
“I can’t stand this. I’m going out to get some breakfast.” Rikka headed for the elevator at her normal terrifying speed.
Paul was slouched down on Kate’s office couch watching a late-late night rerun of some stupid-ass cooking show that didn’t even have Kate in it. What was the point of a television that only showed the network’s own programming? He needed a Bruce Willis thriller to keep him awake, not some lame candy-sculpture cook-off.
“Wait. What?”
“Breakfast,” Rikka called back over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back before they go in. We’ve got thirty-two minutes.”
“What are you getting?” Paul forced himself upright to follow after her. He was still blurry with lack of sleep, but there was no way he’d be asleep while Kate was raiding enemy territory, even if she
