watch it now, wait for the flash Who: the sniping party -- Ruth Fields, Adelaide Hawkins, Marina Kovalenka, and co. Where: a rooftop near La Quinta What: Jailbreak part 2: covering the escape. When: around noon, January 7
Crouched on the rooftop of a building with a good sight line to La Quinta, Ruth and the others waited in silence. Cautioned from talking, there were no whispers or jokes to break the mood. You never knew how sound might carry in the empty city -- or who might be near enough to listen. Likewise no one moved. They couldn't risk anyone catching sight of a group of armed people milling around next door to the Capitol’s prison. And so they simply sat in resting but alert positions, each member of the sniping party left to their own thoughts for the time being. There would be action soon enough, but not just yet.
Never the sort of person who was given to anxiety, Ruth felt none of the tension, none of the strain others might have found with nothing to do but anticipate what came next. She'd always turned off before a shooting competition, never one of the kids who puked in a nearby trash can before it was their turn. Same when her old boss at the pawn store brought her into his after hours business -- Trask would pace nonstop before the buyers showed up, but Ruth stayed cool-headed. So while some of the others on the roof sniffed and sighed and shifted, she remained still, one eye on La Quinta and one on the road, where any minute now the jacked truck would appear.
Time passed minute by minute, the roof hard under her feet and silence around them, until -- an engine. Ruth felt the atmosphere of the roof shift, and held up a hand in response. After a moment the vehicle came into view and once she’d confirmed that it matched the DoR truck they expected to see, she nodded and gestured for the others to get into ready positions.
Everything in place, now they just needed the boom.