CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE – SPY MISSION

As the first fingers of dawn crept over the horizon, a tattered van with markings for a pool maintenance company trundled up the road, waved through the main gate by the sleepy guards. The two Hispanic workers gave friendly waves as the van disappeared up the winding drive...unaware that their likenesses had been copied from DMV photos to create a pair of utterly convincing masks. Once out of sight, the van pulled over and Kayla slipped out, dressed identically in the uniform and cap from the pool company. Retrieving a duffel bag from the truck's rear compartment, she slipped through a Stand guard outpost without arousing suspicion. Her first objective was already in sight - the security checkpoint into Remington's central residential compound. Adopting a loping, hunched-over gait, Kayla made her way across the courtyard and feigned surprise when the main gate guard waved her over. "Can I see your credentials?" he barked in Spanish, eyeing her work ID suspiciously. Years of study