The Detachment

others, then used the commo to raise Dox. “Hey,” I said. “I’m not waking you, am I?”
    He chuckled. “I like when you tease me. What’s going on?”
    I told him.
    “Well, that’s good,” he said, sounding mildly pleased—mildly pleased, I knew from experience, being his only affect when he was in his sniping zone, no matter what the news he was reacting to.
    “How’s the view?” I said.
    “Pretty in this light. I can see everything.”
    “You’re on the roof?”
    “One floor down. Doubt anyone could see me from overhead, but why take chances?”
    “All right, good hunting.”
    “You, too, partner. If you don’t take out that drone, my good work will be wasted. And I don’t think Treven and Larison will be happy, either.”
    What he meant is that Treven and Larison, on the ground at the school, would be well within the Hellfire blast radius, and therefore incinerated. Along with God knew how many children.
    “Yeah, I’ve thought about that.”
    “Okay. No pressure or anything.”
    “Right. I’ll talk to you as soon as we know more.”
    We pulled on the Dragon Skin vests, and set out at a little before eight. We would have liked to get in position earlier, but outside Dox’s sniper hide, concealment and blending opportunities were scarce. Strange men loitering outside a school tend to draw attention. The good news was, the shooters faced the same problem.
    While Kanezaki drove, we all checked the gear one last time. Good to go. We dropped off Treven and Larison a few blocks from the school. They were wearing jeans and tee shirts and baseball caps. With the gym bags in which they were carrying the HKs, they easily could have been a couple of locals on their way to a job in a hardware store or at a construction site. We wished each other good luck, and no one said what was really on our minds: if I didn’t hear from Horton soon, we were going to have to come up with a hell of a Plan B.
    But we did hear from him, ten minutes later. “We got him,” he said, with uncharacteristic excitement. “Not in Lincoln, but close by. Tiny town called Palmyra. Spelled Palm, Yankee, Romeo, Alpha. Nothing but farmland. You have a navigation system?”
    “Yes. Give me the coordinates.”
    He did. I input the information. “Twenty-five miles,” I said to Kanezaki. “Keep going on Route 2. I’ll tell you when to turn.”
    He punched it. “Watch your speed,” I said. “Can’t afford to get pulled over.”
    “If we get chased, we get chased,” he said, and I supposed at this point it was true.
    “What else can you tell me?” I said to Hort.
    “It’s obvious Gillmor chose the spot for proximity to the school but also for privacy. Most of the area is flat, and not well suited for the clandestine launch of a drone, but he’s at the end of a dirt road. Looks like an abandoned granary or something, in a depression by a pond and surrounded by trees. He could put the drone up there, get it up high, and I doubt anyone would ever see it. It’ll reach the school without ever passing over anything but fields and farmland.”
    “How long is the dirt road?”
    “A little under a quarter mile.”
    I wasn’t going to approach using the obvious route, let alone one as likely as a road. “Other points of ingress?”
    “None. But the fields look perfectly crossable.”
    “You’re looking at the satellite photos. What’s my best point of access?”
    “Drive east of the road and go in by foot. That’ll put you on the other side of the granary, and should give you some cover and concealment. I imagine Gillmor is armed.”
    “All right, I’ll let the rest of the team know. Call me if there’s a change.”
    “Roger that.”
    “Oh, and Horton?”
    “Yes?”
    “If this is another setup, you better kill every last one of us. Because if there’s even one left, he will find you.”
    There was a pause. “I don’t expect to live long in any event, but yes, understood. And good luck.”
    I clicked off. Kanezaki had the van up to nearly a hundred. I was glad the road was flat and straight, but I thought the van might tear itself apart en route regardless.
    “Okay,” I said, using the commo, “that was Horton. We’ve got a fix on Gillmor. Kanezaki and I are on the way, ETA fifteen minutes. Assuming we don’t crash first.”
    “I’m in position,” Treven said. “Teachers are arriving. And some kids. Cop at the front entrance.”
    “In position,” Larison said. “Dox, you there?”
    “Not