It's dark when we emerge from the garage in our Crawler truck and trundle down West 43rd toward 5th Avenue. I turn in the passenger's seat, Beckett behind the wheel beside me, to see the two refitted Tek SUV's turn the opposite way, heading toward West 44th. Circling around.

The plan is simple. We're going right to them, our Crawler vehicle hopefully enough of a camouflage to get us close to the shattered front door while Ever and her Teks attack from the other side, their ...