'Hey, kid, don 't look so nervous, ' Yuri nudged Adrian with his elbow, one hand resting on the steering wheel. 'It 's just a scouting mission. Easy-peasy. '

Adrian sighed, but sat up straighter in the passenger seat, loosening his seatbelt. Somehow the nerves had gotten to him, and he worried that if the seatbelt cut into him any more, then he might be sick.

Between them, the police radio blared:

' 'traced the source of the bomb threats to several sites. Coordinates transmitting now, over. '

'Copy that, ' Yuri replied, holding the mic of the radio close to his mouth.

He drifted to a stop in the narrow road, pulled up the handbrake and turned off the engine, before indicating to Adrian to start moving.