Kat glanced up as her limousine came to a stop in the armored car port.

Guards stood everywhere.

The part of her brain that was still an infiltrator couldn’t help but note and track their positions: five by the entrance to the fortified garage, two of them sporting visible cybernetics; four pairs of two patrolling through the parked cars; and eight protecting the doors to the building itself, including a pair in APEX armor.