The plywood wall moved aside, the Hummer rolled in, and the plywood wall was put back in place. The other vehicles would arrive soon. Ogden had ordered them to split up, come at the building from different routes, arrive at different times. A convoy would have drawn too much attention, but one green Humvee here, another there . . . at this hour no one would give a shit. As long as his men were under cover by 0500, theyd be fine. The Hummer rolled deeper into the large, decrepit old warehouse, solid tires crunching on debris of wood, glass, trash and broken masonry. Two vehicles over by the far walla white and brown Winnebago and a filthy Harley Night Rod Special. Standing in front of the Winnebago, a little blond-haired angel. The motion of dozens of knee-high hatchlings, scurrying about on black tentacle-legs. And the most important thing of all. Eight curving columns in two parallel linesfour on the right, four on the left. The parallel opposites leaned toward each other. When they were finished, they would form four beautiful arches.
