“What now?" Lydia asked. "I assume we have a plan B?" He shook his head. "We're way past plan B," he told her. "And we've gone past plan C as well. We're up to plan D now." "And what's plan D?" He jerked his head down the alley to the corner. "Anyone comes round that corner, we shoot them." She pursed her lips critically. "Doesn't sound too ingenious," she said. He shrugged. "I'm not good at ingenious. I'm good at dangerous.”
Book:Slaves of Socorro
