Playtronics
This hasn't exactly been the most fruitful of nights, but so far nobody's been shot, which Bishop is counting as a net plus. He and Liz and Carl have managed to make it to the roof. As they dash in and out of the range of the spotlights, heading for the fire escape, he pulls out his walkie-talkie. "Crease," he says urgently, ducking, "we're on the roof. There's a fire escape on the north side. Is it clear?"
"Yes, clear," comes Crease's staticky voice.
Bishop flashes the others a thumbs up. "Great," he says, lunging for the fire escape. "Okay, where are you?"
"On the hill overlooking the northeast corner of the parking lot," says Crease's voice, and in the distance the headlights flash.
"Yes, clear," comes Crease's staticky voice.
Bishop flashes the others a thumbs up. "Great," he says, lunging for the fire escape. "Okay, where are you?"
"On the hill overlooking the northeast corner of the parking lot," says Crease's voice, and in the distance the headlights flash.