I can feel the pressure in my modes indeed now as I recall that night — when every alternate sounded to last ever and every rumored syllable was fraught with the trouble of imminent disaster. I was on red alert, my eyes combing the shadowed recesses of the Jade Galleries hinder lot, when Luke's alarmed voice crepitated over my comm. He would been staying with jingoist- suchlike alert since I informed him that there were American agents among our connections in the gallery. His voice was cropped, the kind of voice that assured trouble was brewing just beyond the edges.
" Sir, they are then," Luke said, his voice slightly concealing his torture." Two Americans, both leaning against the car — they're not just walking by. They are smoking, like they enjoy the place."
