“No change,” Danielle said softly. She was monitoring both drones’ cameras — the Cobra over the warehouse and the smaller Wasp over the vans, its sensors able to warn Danielle if someone approached the vehicles.
The team reached the rise without incident and low-crawled up the slope until they could see the warehouse. Tanner took out a tablet and stared at the scene from the Cobra’s point of view. Between them and the fence was more than two hundred feet of clear land. From the rise, they could see the lights surrounding the compound, the largest lighted area in sight. Through their night vision goggles, they could make out some detail on the three loading bays, with stairs and a door on the left end of the loading docks. The bays were empty of trucks, but the Cobra’s camera showed a few vehicles parked near the fence.
Tanner looked over at Liam and Dante. “Bravo Team,” he subvocalized, his radio carrying the words to both men. “Get going.”
“Bravo copies,” Liam replied. He and Dante moved left, staying behind the rise.
Tanner transmitted again. “Able to Watchdog: How long before Blackout’s ready?”
“Blackout’s ready now,” Danielle replied.
Tanner smiled. “Copy, Watchdog. Wait for my word.”
“Copy.”
They lay there silently for ten minutes, Tanner monitoring the screen while Stephen and Naomi scanned their surroundings through their NVGs. Finally, Liam breathed over the radio, “Bravo to Able. In position.”
“Able to Watchdog. Execute Blackout in ten ticks.” Tanner slipped a buckshot round into the breach of his grenade launcher. Naomi and Stephen also loaded their launchers.
“Copy. Blackout in ten, nine, eight….”
As soon as Danielle said one the lights inside the compound blinked once and then cut out. Tanner surged to his feet, followed by Naomi and Stephen. They raced over the rise and headed for the fence at a full run. As they got closer they could hear Chinese and English shouts from beyond the fence.
Their objective was a tree next to the fence’s north corner. As soon as they reached it, Tanner and Stephen stopped and dropped to one knee, each covering one side of the tree. Without slowing, Naomi reached the tree and started climbing. Once she was higher than the fence, she moved out onto an overhanging limb. Through her night vision goggles, she could see the guards running around with flashlights, but none were near her. Below her was an open patch between two cars. She rolled off the limb and dangled for a few seconds before dropping to the ground. She crouched next to one of the cars and unslung her Commando. “Three’s in.”
Twenty seconds later, Stephen dropped to the ground next to her, and thirty seconds after that, Tanner was with them. Looking over the car’s hood, they could see the guards clustered near the loading docks, their flashlights bouncing around, showing flashes of them and the weapons they carried.
“Bravo to Able,” Liam transmitted. “Go.”
“Let’s move,” Tanner subvocalized. The three started moving toward the warehouse.
From their location hidden behind bushes inside the warehouse fence line near the eastern corner, Liam and Dante watched Able Team dash across the space between the fence and the warehouse. Because of the darkness, none of the guards, all armed with an assortment of rifles and machines guns, saw them.
They had crept to the part of the fence overgrown with brush and weeds, cut their way through the fence with wire cutters, and slipped in. They would guard Able Team’s back.
The door on the loading docks flew open and another man stepped out, a large flashlight in his hand. He shouted something at the guards and they split up, four of them heading for the fence, while the apparent guard captain and the last two men headed for a small building next to the warehouse. Meanwhile, Tanner and the others reached the loading docks and crouched behind a dozen wooden pallets stacked up in one of the truck bays until the guards had scattered. Once that happened, the three OUTCASTs headed for the loading dock.
“Watchdog to Prime,” Danielle said over the radio. “Two Tangos are back at the gate, two more are making a sweep to the southwest, and the last three have gone into a shed, probably to start the generator. Estimate you have about twenty seconds to get inside before they get power back up.”
“Copy,” Tanner replied.
Liam saw Able climb onto the loading dock, move to the door and slip inside. “Watchdog,” he radioed, “Able’s inside. Keep me apprised of all Tango movements.”
The warehouse was pitch black when Tanner lead Naomi and Stephen into it. They heard a few shouts in both English and Chinese and saw the flickering of flashlights. Stacks of crates and pallets stood twenty feet inside the loading dock doors, a wall of wood and plastic-wrapped boxes forming a barrier against anyone looking inside the warehouse. There were several aisles separating the crates and pallets into rows. Tanner sub-vocalized, “Stay to the right. We’ll take the aisle on the end.”
Tanner took the lead, Naomi to his right, while Stephen covered the rear. They moved at a fast walk, silently gliding across the concrete floor. They progressed quickly around the corner and down the aisle. Tanner had gone only twenty feet before he noticed the pallets and crates ended, replaced by closely-spaced bars. He slowed, holding up a hand to signal the others to stop. He moved forward and peered through the bars.
He was looking into an eight foot by eight foot cage — wide enough to take up the whole width of the aisle. Tanner’s eyes widened behind his NVGs when he got a clear look into the cage. “My God.”
Half a dozen people occupied the small enclosure. Most were lying on the floor, apparently asleep, but a couple sat against the bars, heads down. A couple looked small enough to be children and when Tanner knelt and looked at the nearest person, he saw a middle-aged Asian man, wearing rough clothing and asleep. He studied several more, seeing the same thing — Asians in rough clothing, all looking thin and tired.
Tanner rose and signaled the others to move forward. He looked down the aisle and saw identical cages in rows. “Able to Watchdog,” he subvocalized. “Contact Striker and tell her we have people in cages, probably Chinese illegals.”
“How many?”
“At least a hundred. They may be more in—”
The lights overhead flickered on, and from somewhere on the other side of the warehouse, Tanner heard a generator crank to life. He lifted his night vision goggles away from his eyes just as the lights came on to stay. There were still dark areas, but there was enough light for them to be seen by a Triad gunman who walked out of the closest cross aisle.
He shouted a warning in Chinese and started to bring up his AK-47, but Naomi and Stephen were faster. The man was struck by both bursts of 5.56mm rounds. He stumbled into the cage next to him, spun and dropped boneless to the floor.
“Move!” Tanner barked. “Second floor!”
There was a set of stairs ahead and to the right along the wall. Tanner ran for it, followed by Naomi and Stephen. They head shouts and running feet from elsewhere in the warehouse. An alarm went off, flooding the air with its shrill sound.
“Able to Bravo,” Tanner breathed. “Execute Dunkirk, repeat Dunkirk.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Copy, execute Dunkirk,” Liam returned over the radio. The lights were now on, making it easier to see the guards. He raised his Commando and fired at the closest so-called 49. The five-slug volley caught the man in the chest as he turned toward the warehouse. As the man went down, Dante shot a second Triad soldier with the same result.
They moved out of the bushes and angled toward a pile of rusting steel. Gunfire from near the cars and shouts chased them the last ten feet to cover. Several bullets ricocheted off the steel as the two dove for cover. Liam rose to his knees, pointed his Colt in the direction of the enemy’s location and fired off several controlled bursts. “Bravo to Able. Dunkirk underway, one-third complete.”