The clubhouse had never sounded so quiet while everyone was moving so fast, because every hallway was filled with boots, whispered instructions, engines starting outside and doors opening and closing as Devil's Hollow prepared to abandon several properties before the ATF could reach them.
I stood over Wire's map with Roman, Knox, and Saint while the old ladies packed bags behind us.
"We have three safehouses to clear before sunrise. The west house needs to be empty first, because the ATF convoy is already moving in that direction." Wire said, tapping the screen.
"Where are the prospects?" Roman asked.
"Divided between the northern property and the old warehouse."
I pointed toward the map.
"Move the prospects north first, because the warehouse is too exposed."
Roman looked at me.
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