#Chapter 154: Surveillance

Matt I settled deeper into the dirt and propped myself up by the elbows. Through my binoculars, I could see the looming gray wall and the cast iron gate that served as the only entrance. No movement occurred on either side, but I knew they were in there. They were being careful about it, but the building wasn’t as abandoned as they were trying to make it seem. “How do we get in there?” Jack mumbled. He had a matching pair of binoculars to his eyes, the hood of his camo jacket pulled up over his head. “Not easily.” He grumbled something under his breath. Unfortunately, my werewolf hearing made it easy for me to pick out his words. “Fucking werewolf prick.” We spent a long, sleepless night at a local motel, sharing a room with two single beds and a dingy bathroom. The minute dawn appeared, we drove to the next town and stopped at an army surplus store, where we bought binoculars, camo, a few hunting knives, and the shotguns we had resting on the ground beside us. The only problem w