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the hotel you stayed in if you were a serious criminal.”
    â€œObviously they’re not being subtle about who they’re comfortable associating with,” Dylan said.
    Hawk kept at it: “The location gives them good coverage. Florence is zeroed, so it’s isolated. But the facility itself is also made to keep people inside, which in turn makes it hard to find out what’s going on in there. They’ve got room to plan and train; obviously there are living quarters, kitchens, the works. It’s pretty brilliant, actually. If you were planning on some serious criminal activity, this is a little bit like hiding in plain sight.”
    â€œAnd they’re careful,” Clooger said. His voice was low and rumbling, like the deep hum of a purring cat. “We were holed up for a couple days before going in, and we didn’t see a single person. They don’t come out unless they have to.”
    Meredith wrote the initials ADX on the whiteboard, along with a few other details from Hawk’s location assessment. She’d pilfered a printer and some paper from a Staples down the road and had Hawk jack the signal in her Tablet so she could print photographs. Taking one of them out of a manila folder, she taped it to a corner of the whiteboard.
    â€œThis is Andre Quinn as of last night,” Meredith said.
    The photograph was green and dark, obviously taken at night with a special lens. Hawk had triple verified the image using photo recognition software, and he was 100 percent sure the photo was of Andre.
    â€œSo we know Andre is in there,” Meredith said.
    â€œAnd we know a few other details, too,” Meredith continued. “Clooger and I consulted while Faith and Dylan were . . . what was it again?”
    â€œRiding in a teacup,” Hawk said. It was often difficult for Hawk not to provide an answer he knew, even if it meant a punch in the shoulder, which Faith delivered on cue.
    â€œIf you’d been here for the earlier briefing, you’d know the walls at ADX are upward of ten feet thick throughout the facility,” Meredith said as she slowly paced back and forth. “More importantly, they’re made of concrete, stone, and marble, substances we all know Dylan is susceptible to.”
    â€œYou mean it’s like his Kryptonite,” Hawk said. He had recently taken to reading a lot of old comic books from a stall in the food court at the mall.
    Meredith nodded tersely. “Throw enough concrete at Dylan Gilmore, and he’s got real problems to deal with. Interesting they chose a place that’s got more concrete than Hoover Dam.”
    Faith squirmed in her seat a little bit.
    â€œThey’ve also modified the security system,” Meredith continued. “How does that work again, Hawk?”
    â€œThey’ve cracked the code on wavelength tracking, same as us. They appear to be using the same configuration I programmed into existing cell towers, which means they can sense a pulse from about fifteen hundred meters in any direction. If anyone flies near that place or tries to move an object telekinetically within a solid mile all the way around, they’d know about it.”
    â€œWhy can’t we shut it down?” Faith asked.
    â€œCould,” Clooger said. “But we’d need to knock out the tower at the prison, which we’re assuming would be a dead giveaway.”
    â€œSo stealth is probably out of the question then—is that what you’re saying?”
    â€œYeah, that’s pretty much the deal,” Hawk said. “We’d have to get in real close, like at night, and even then they’d know the second we went into action with any kind of pulse activity. I’m guessing alarms, machine-gun fire, possibly a heat-seeking missile.”
    â€œThey’ve got rockets?” Dylan asked.
    â€œSmall ones but, yeah. They have rockets.”
    Meredith was making Faith look like an irrational