She had no micro, no genetically engineered body or weapons to fight off anything that came at them.
If she could get the micro and the vault, she could escape.
She itched to have her micro again, to look at the logs and hack into whatever she could to find the answers.
He withdrew the micro and handed it to her.
Lankha worked his magic with his micro suede-covered hands and gentle touch.
He gave the coordinates to Dan and replaced the micro in his pocket.
She sat back in the low couch and ate her meal bars, mind going to the micro in his pocket.
She held her breath, slipped her hand into the pocket, and pulled the micro free.
He tucked the micro under his pillow, returning his intense gaze to her.
She needed her micro and the vault.
He removed the micro from her hands and took her injured wrist.
She'd paid her one night with Brady and still didn't have her micro or the vault.
"I won't know without my micro," she replied in a clipped tone.
He pulled her micro free from his cargo pocket and set it on the coffee table beside the keypad.
Lana flipped on her micro and placed the keypad on top of it.
He should've known better than not to warn Dan what Lana could do if she got a hold of a micro, even if it was Elise's.
She turned off her micro and rose, striding into the bedroom.
Elise's micro was locked out.
He reached into his pocket and withdrew the micro and Horsemen, holding them out to her.
She pulled her micro free and rested her wet thumb against it until the screen unlocked; it worked.
She pulled her micro free again and looked for the nearest emerops.
She pulled out her micro to see what had happened along this stretch.
Lana replaced the micro, looking anew at the green cars and their silent occupants.
She chewed her lip as she watched the micro map multiple routes, gauging how much food and water she'd have to carry to survive.
The nurse smiled again and studied the micro in her hand, which monitored his vitals.
They didn't find the Horsemen or her micro either?
There was no body, no micro, and no Horsemen.
I think where she is, so is her micro and the Horsemen.
And I need a micro with all emerops facilities between Tennessee and Colorado marked.
Brady focused on the micro, trying to figure out where Lana might've gone.
Lana gazed at the micro on a table, hesitating.
She tucked the micro away and returned to the foyer.
She changed and placed her micro and vault into her pockets then followed Kelli out of the warehouse, through the front office space and into the street.
She could see nothing in her micro beyond the River.
Brady pulled her micro from his cargo pocket and approached her with a controlled, slow gate, much like that of a stalking lion.
He took the micro and turned away from her.
She only needed to regain the micro and vault.
The micro would allow her to map a route west, and she could put on his tactical clothing and mask and leave the tent.
She waited for him to leave then checked her micro, which was still working on decrypting his encoded messages.
She set one keypad on her micro, waiting for it to read the serial.
Lana glanced at her micro, which still worked on breaking through his messages.
He handed her a bag with her micro and her personal vault.