I wanted to make sure we all knew this was a rescue mission, as much as our one and only chance to safely destroy a huge building situated in the middle of Sydney before Mace did. Each of us standing beneath the overpass—Oren, Lavie, Sally, Roe—nodded in agreement. We’d had enough time to devise and go over our plan at home. Pedestrians moved above our heads, unaware of what we were about to do. Cars sped along the road, some heading into the city, while others went towards the motorway. But all of them risked getting caught in Mace’s destructive plans. We’d been loitering around most of the day, watching and waiting for Mace to make an appearance. Even more importantly, we’d had to wait several hours and watch from a distance as a multitude of police officers, forensics and detectives stormed in and out of the Tower. Lunchtime had come and gone and we were now very close to the end of another business day, which meant we had to hurry.
