Sprite had had enough physical confrontation over the last couple weeks. She was getting out of here if she still had the time. She locked down her machines then grabbed her joystick rack. It had been a precision job that she didn’t want to have to repeat if unnecessary. She threw this in a duffle bag and withdrew two snubbie rapid fires, throwing the duffle over her shoulder.

She glanced outside and saw a white paneled van pull up and six armed guards quickly piling out. The front entrance was not the way to go, but Sprite had another option.