Page 358 of The Protector’s Daughter
Arthur circles east with Will.
Kane stays beside me.
We reach the drainage culvert Sage saw in the satellite image.
The metal door stands twenty yards beyond it.
One armed man guards the loading dock.
Another watches the main gate.
Holt removes the first.
Arthur takes the second.
Neither man fires.
Kane reaches the service door.
He examines the lock.
“Mechanical.”
“How long?”
“Thirty seconds.”
He opens it in twenty.
The refrigeration-control room is empty.
Old panels cover one wall.
A second door leads into the warehouse.
Voices move beyond it.
Two men.
Maybe three.
Kane signals left.
I take right.
We enter.
The first man stands beside a stack of crates.
He turns.
Kane hits him before he raises his weapon.
I move toward the second.
He fires.
The bullet strikes the metal door behind me.
