She followed him out of the bedroom and into his office. He flipped on a switch on one of the consoles. A map flickered to life on the screen. Two green dots headed directly to the center. “They’re getting close to the cameras,” he said, turning on another switch. Three monitors buzzed on, the infrared images fuzzy. A few trees, but nothing more. Laurel slipped on her shoes and glanced down at the computer monitor where she’d been running the decryption program. “We don’t have the password yet,” she rushed out. “It hasn’t finished. What are we going to do?” Garrett stared at the monitors. Slowly a figure came into view. She squinted, then recognized a man pushing through the trees, his movements jerky, holding a weapon. A second person followed behind him. He let out a loud curse. “How did they find us so fast?” “Who are they?”
