Wil took a mental step back, surveying the situation with cold detachment. “Okay,” he spoke softly, but firmly. “Marc and Luke out first. I want a meat shield for the rest of the team. Behind them, Steven, Tandy and me. Lill in the middle, she’s courier, and holds the information. She and her chipware have to make it back intact. The rest of you stay close behind us, I want it small and tight as a nun’s ass.”
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