Sweating under three layers of flexarmor and local clothing, he walked through the narrow passageway between Lathe and Mordecai, wondering why the comsquare was allowing him to come along. It was what he'd wanted, of course, but after that business about how valuable he was, he hadn't expected Lathe to back down so easily. The "garage"—a large abandoned store—was heavily boarded up, but after the gloom of the tunnel the bits of morning sunlight filtering in gave adequate light for them to thread their way through the parked vehicles to the exit doors where their own waited. Three figures also waited there: Fuess, Tremayne, and Bakshi. "Good morning, Tremayne; Comsquare," Lathe said as they approached. "I wasn't expecting to see you two here." "Morning," Tremayne nodded. "We wanted to make sure you had the latest information on quizler movements." "I picked it up from Mrs. Quinlan's people on the way down," Mordecai told him. "Seems quiet out there." "Yeah, well, take it easy anyway," Bakshi warned, a slight frown creasing his forehead as he shifted his gaze between Caine and the others.
