Stan put the bike into gear and started rolling it down the hill.
"You owe me a drink after this."
Maya smiled but didn't say a word.
Then, they moved, the sand was cold beneath their boots. Stan ripped the cover off a flyboard while Maya's gloved fingers connected the hard drive in her suitcase to a slim transmitter mounted in the waterproof carry-strap across her chest.
"The moment I get elevation and line-of-sight to the relay tower on the bridge, it sends. Everything. Every file. Every name."
"And if we miss the bridge?"
"We won't miss the bridge."
"But if..."
"Stan, we can do it..."
Behind them, the roar of Zack's convoy crested the hill. Headlights flooded the beach in white, pinning their long shadows across the sand.
"END OF THE LINE," A loud voice boomed from the ridge through a megaphone, cracking with feedback.
Stan looked up at him. Then at the dark water curling against the sand.
"Ladies first."
