Nothing moved below, but there were lights in most windows; late classes in some of the buildings, and students settling down to their studies in others. He keyed the burst walkie-talkie. “I’m in position. Everything looks quiet from here.” He hit the TRANSMIT button. A moment later Liese came back. “We’re starting up the driveway.” Spranger wore a black jumpsuit which made him practically invisible. He would guard the west flank of the school property, while Bruno Lessing, who’d taken up position on the other side of the long driveway, would guard the east flank. “Are you ready, Bruno?” he radioed. “All set here.” Lessing’s voice came softly from the walkie-talkie speaker. “Peter?” Spranger radioed. “ETA at our rendezvous point in about ten minutes,” a third voice answered. “Stand by,” Spranger acknowledged, and he raised his binoculars as Otto Scherchen and Liese, driving a four-door blue Peugeot sedan, appeared below, passing the administration building and parking at the side of the Picasso Residence Hall.
