In addition to Cleese, Kristen, and McCracken there were four Midnight Riders, two men and two women. “Like you folks to meet my recon team,” Cleese started. “This is Luke, Sally, Freedom, and Bird Man.” Each of the Riders gave a brief acknowledgment as they were introduced. The bulk of the others had already begun to position themselves discreetly in small groups throughout the city, in touch with Cleese by walkie-talkie. “These four been with me from the beginning,” he continued. “Lord, how many nights we spent figuring ourselves on the other side of this … . Anyway, I gave each a section of the city so we can put together a notion of what we’re up against. Bird Man, why don’t you lead off.” Bird Man had light curly hair and a beak-shaped nose that curved downward and in, accounting for his nickname. “Lots of trucks made out to look like sanitation and DPW. Plenty of people milling about them, not doing much of anything.” “Dress?” Blaine raised. “Run-of-the-mill, everyday normal civilian.
