Bait and Switch
Timing was key, especially out in the desert. Sure, hours or days or weeks could pass without even the flicker of a distant rock lizard, but when things did happen, they happened fast. Mere seconds could be the difference between success and failure. In the shadows of a second story ruin, at the very threshold of a doorway that opened onto the leaning skeleton of a fire escape, Vico was poised. It wasn’t the best hiding spot, perhaps, but with the glare of the afternoon sun anyone outside would see only blackness where he stood with knees bent. Footsteps approached in the alley below, quiet and measured on the dirt and cracked pavement. Their owner moved lightly, and kept close to the wall. Thirty feet away…..
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A soft skittering provided a playful little underscore to the draculoid’s whistling. The building Vico was approaching was a tad occupied, filled with prying eyes that had watched the banter with a mixture of amusement and disdain. Observing from the shadows of the building, a few figures peeked at the squadron, frowning and whispering as Vico got closer and closer to the entrance.
“They’re sending a wiring team...?”
“What the fuck is that...”
"You's, ah, better tell tha boss...” one snickered, mimicking the draculoid’s earlier joke, only to get slapped upside the head by the others.
Quickly, the Kids ran off, ducking away fast as Vico neared the door.
