of the van for privacy. Since they were parked on a quiet street, he turned off his music.
Viktor stood up. “Sit here. I will go to front.”
Wyatt didn’t take his eyes off the laptop as he sat behind the passenger seat. Since there weren’t windows in the back, no one could see him. No one except Gem, who was leaning over his shoulder to watch his every click.
“How about a little room, Nosy Nellie?”
She leaned back. “What are you looking at?”
He made sure his connection was encrypted as he logged into the black market portal. “I’m hoping we can get a full blueprint.”
Niko spoke up from the seat across from him. “I thought you gave us the blueprint. I memorized everything you detailed.”
On short notice, Wyatt had managed to access the full blueprints to the auction house. His contact had even provided him with the layout of the basement, which wasn’t public record. Nothing fancy down there he hadn’t already seen most of in Raven’s video—a fighting ring, private rooms encircling it, a bathroom, an upstairs viewing area, and an elevator. Anyone could have hit the wrong button and wound up in the game room. Well, if they could get past security. Wyatt also had the schematics that showed how the central control room powered everything, including the sliding doors to the private rooms. By the looks of it, only the person in the control room could open and close the doors. Probably a security measure to guarantee privacy to all the perverts. That would make things easy, allowing the team to focus on taking down the ringleaders while Wyatt gathered evidence.
“The blueprint I gave you is all there is,” he answered Niko.
Shepherd twisted around in his seat. “Then what’s the problem?”
That was just it—there was one colossal problem, and Wyatt didn’t like it. There were two mystery doors in the basement that he had no information on. “I was hoping to find a back way in, and I don’t just mean the back door. I’m talking about an alternate way into the downstairs level. Even if we break into one of the upstairs windows, the lobby elevator is the only way down. There are two doors below that I don’t have the full specs on, so I don’t know how to access them.”
The first door was located near a stairwell that connected the upper viewing area to the fighting level. The second door caught his eye. It didn’t fit the profile of a storage closet even though it was the right size. Wires led to it. Electrical engineering wasn’t like reading script, so Wyatt was at a loss. Here they were, at the eleventh hour, and he had nothing. If he couldn’t find the missing piece of the puzzle, they might be screwed.
Viktor shifted in the passenger seat. “Why did you not mention this before?”
“You looked stressed.”
Shepherd chuckled and pulled in another drag off his cigarette. “This is a clusterfuck.”
“Maybe it doesn’t matter,” Gem offered.
Claude scooted closer to Niko from across the van. “Why don’t you tell us what’s bothering you, Spooky? I can scent it.”
Wyatt reached in his pocket for his breath freshener and then squirted it at Claude. It was bad enough that Niko could read his light, but Claude’s nasal powers were an invasion of privacy. After opening up the program connected to Raven’s camera, Wyatt adjusted the window so he could see multiple applications. His program back at Keystone was recording everything. Once Viktor reviewed the files, he would destroy them. Keeping video records was illegal, but sometimes the higher authority contact Viktor worked with liked a visual confirmation before the sentencing.
Gem gasped. “She’s there! She’s knocking on a door. Viktor, we have to leave.”
Wyatt swallowed the knot in his throat. Without options, they’d have no choice but to use the elevator. Wyatt was in charge of strategizing the best plans, but if they had to go in through the front, there was no telling what they might be facing. Booby traps? They might have the elevator rigged to explode if anyone unauthorized used it. Those were concerns he didn’t want to relay to the group. Not just yet. They would either think he was exaggerating or deem him incompetent, and he didn’t need that kind of negativity when he was already under a tremendous amount of stress. Everyone’s safety and lives depended on him. “Can you hand me my fries?”
“Are you kidding?” Claude growled. “You do this every time.”