James frowned, trying to figure the odds in his head for whether the new arrivals were robots in disguise or just the random odd vehicles you got every so often. It was a little hard to concentrate when—
“Ow! What was that?” James looked behind him, then glowered at the dashboard for lack of any other target.
“Did you know these seats even have a shiatsu massage mode?” Sera asked cheerfully. “That could come in handy on these long stakeouts. Keep you from tensing up.”
James rolled his eyes, but he knew Sera was just as tense as he was. When she got nervous, she liked to have something in her hands to fiddle with. It was just his bad luck to be the closest available substitute at this point.
“I’m seeing a carpet cleaning van pull up now,” Lisa reported. “Four people getting out. Wearing coveralls. Heading for the apartment.”
“That’s not good…is it? I don’t think we have manpower to take on people-sized targets,” James said. “What if they take hostages?”
“Don’t worry,” Lisa said. “We’ve got it covered.”