DAY TWENTYNINE 8:59AM

The Road Less Traveled

Simon watched the entrance to his building from the rooftop across the street. 

"It's been over an hour since the cleaners left," he said.

Max nodded. "They're not sending a second force then, I guess." 

"They'll try another angle... Bait a trap maybe." Simon shouldered the duffel-bag of the gear they had stripped from the hit squad. "What do we do now?"

"There's a good coffee shop near here."