Never pass up a chance to be lazy, as Francis Brown used to say, because those times are rare and precious indeed.

Verity slid under the burned out car, trading ease of movement with more concealment and a better vantage point. Her hand stuck out the other side, the better to signal Liam with.

Five fingers flashed, then five more, and five more. Four-to-one odds, which were generally shit, even if these guys weren't particularly skilled. She didn't even bother trying to pass along how many weapons she was counting on them as they came into view. Each person had at least two, maybe even three.