We watched the pickup move down the road before its brake lights appeared near the next corner. It stopped beside an empty building about half a block away. The driver left the engine running while the passenger continued using his phone. They had chosen a spot where they could see the entrance without sitting directly across from us. These men had been given instructions, even if they were not important enough to know the full plan.
"They're scouts," Ridge said. "Two men sent to confirm what we're doing and report back."
I agreed because nothing about their behavior suggested they wanted a fight. They were waiting for someone else to decide the next move.
Ridge picked up the radio and called Knox.
"Pass the entrance and continue to the next block."
Knox answered without asking why an
