His eyes drifted again to the mouth of the alley. Even knowing where to look, he had a hard time spotting Burke’s crouched figure. The former SAS man waited patiently for whatever would happen. Patience was a lesson that Glover had never learned very well. It had been his own impatience that had nearly gotten them caught. That squat little sector guard had been so insufferable. Understandably exasperated by the guard’s glacial survey of their papers, he had insisted that they be passed through the checkpoint without delay. Apparently that had set off alarms in the half-pint’s miniscule brain, causing him to demand that they exit the vehicle. Corbeau’s nerves wouldn’t have taken the inspection, although Glover had no doubts that their documents would withstand whatever scrutiny the guards could bring to bear. Burke’s rapid departure had left the moronic guard capering and screaming imprecations while he ate the dust their car kicked up. The moron hadn’t fired on them. Instead, he set the EPA Patrol Force on their heels, forcing them to abandon their original plan to leave the Enclave.