Mike was in his element. This housing layout was the reason he had chosen Sin City as his base – the terrain was perfect for speedy getaways. He was heading towards the casino, as the crow flies, about half a mile. He knew the convoy would be turning onto the main road now, giving them about a quarter of a mile to go.
I'd better step on it.
He abruptly changed direction and sprinted across back gardens, hurdling fences and ducking under washing lines.
Come on, come on.
He could see the short, squat building in the distance. He quickly realised the agents would block the main entrance hall, so he would have to take the back stairs.
He reckoned he had around thirty seconds before the jeeps reached the casino, which meant he would have to take an even shorter cut. He leapt over another wall and landed in a trench, obviously cut for use as a storm drain. This would take him straight to his destination.
He reached it and without stopping for breath, charged up the fire escape at the back of the building, slipping past an ajar fire door.
Two corridors later he was on the top floor of the conference area, amongst the costumed sci-fi fans.
Where the hell do I start?! They could be anywhere!
Right on cue, a tremendous noise filtered out of the slot machine room.
Bingo.
There they were, running out of the Slot Machine room. Jack made for the elevator closely followed by the alien siblings. The elevator doors hissed open and the first one out was a woman, carrying a small bag. The cabbie grabbed her hand and the four headed towards the rear exit.
Funny. The taxi's parked out the front.
Mike turned on his heel and went back the way he had come, reaching the fire escape was just in time to see them clamber into an RV.
"Hey, wait up!" He called, tearing down the external stairway.