“They’re not very discreet,” Chase offered.

“They don’t need to be,” Milton said. “They won’t expect me to be particularly observant, and, even if I was, what difference would it make? They want me to be on edge. It’s in their best interests.”

There was a Keurig coffee machine on the bureau. Ziggy went over to it and switched it on. “Who wants one?”

They all said that they did. Milton went over to the chair and sat down.

“I had a call,” Milton said. “López is sending someone to pick me up tomorrow morning.”

“Any idea where you’re going to be going?”

“None,” Milton said.

Ziggy brought two mugs of coffee over and gave one to Milton and one to Hicks. “That’s not particularly auspicious.”

“But not surprising,” Milton said. He crossed his right leg over his left and tapped a finger against the sole of his shoe. “You’ll still be able to track me?”

“Should be fine,” Ziggy said. “It’s working now.”

“How long will the battery last?”

“You’ve got eighty per cent left,” he said.

“And it’ll work if I’m away from the city?”

“Depends if you have a 2G signal. If you do, it’ll be fine.”

Milton sipped the coffee; he decided he didn’t want the caffeine after all and put the mug down on the desk.

“What do you want us to do?” Hicks said.

“You’re going to need to be equipped,” he said.

“Any ideas on that?”

“Actually, yes. There should be an arms cache in the city.”

“What?” Chase said.

“The organisation I used to work for,” Milton said. “It often had reason to send people around the world on short notice. It wasn’t always possible to have them take their gear with them, so they hid arms dumps in plenty of the major cities. I’m not sure, but I suspect there’s one here. Ziggy?”

“I’ll find out,” he said.

“Apart from that,” Milton said, “there’s not too much that you can do. Keep an eye on where they take me.”

“How will we know if you need us?” Chase asked.

“It depends if they let me keep my phone.”

“Will they?”

“Probably not.”

“So?”

Milton got up. “I’ll just have to be adaptable,” he said. He checked his watch. “It’s midnight. I’m going to get some sleep. Hard to say what tomorrow might look like.”

“If we don’t see you?” Ziggy said.

“Do your best,” Milton said. “Thanks for all you’ve done so far. I appreciate it. It’s going to get more difficult now, though. We’re on their territory and it’ll be harder to stay in touch. Follow me if you can.”

“And if we can’t?” Chase said.

“Then it’ll be up to me,” he said. “I’m not worried. I’ve done this before. I’ll be fine.”