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Melissa moved from cover to cover: fast, quiet, and smooth.
Duane slipped along close behind her with Chad bringing up the rear.
Kyle and Carla would wait one more minute, and then casually stroll toward Richie. Extract him if he needed help.
Melissa was running the other way, not because she’d remembered anything, but she’d watched Richie out of one of the DC-3 windows. All of the guards had been looking toward Analie Sala as she did her routine inspection of the BAe 146. But Richie had been looking in the opposite direction; he was looking toward the drug lab—not right at it, but she’d wager that’s where his attention was focused. He’d found his itch, and she was going to check it out.
She, Chad, and Duane had walked normally into the chow tent, as if hoping to scrounge a snack,
