He slipped out the back. Nothing but unlit dirt landscape separated the two buildings and several airplane hangars. The shadowy figure of the man he was following stalked toward the hangar Bobby assumed to be Zone 2. Bobby flattened himself against the wall, patiently waiting for the right time to pursue but avoid notice. The instant the man disappeared into the hangar, Bobby was on the move, closing the distance with practiced, stealthy speed.Angry male voices lifted in the air as Bobby approached the open back doors. As he had before, he flattened himself against the wall, and then listened.“Look, Rocky,” a familiar male voice said. Bobby recognized it as belonging to the man he was following.“Look, my ass, Gavin,” Rocky growled, as Bobby inched around the corner to bring the two men, both in flight suits, into view. Rocky, who Bobby knew to be thirty-four and two years a civilian, was still in battleready physical condition, clean-shaven, his jaw set tight. He had something in his hand by his side, as he continued, “You adjusted the odometer on the plane.
