All the lights in the vicinity cut out, plunging the area into darkness with the exception of the truck’s headlights.
Tanner looked at his watch. “We have three minutes from now.” He and the others pulled their balaclavas into place.
Naomi opened the truck’s rolling door, the sound grating in the still night air. She and Tanner positioned themselves on the edge and waited for Dante to slow the vehicle to a crawl before climbing down and hopping off.
When Dante turned into the warehouse’s driveway, he accelerated, going from a crawl to twenty miles an hour in seconds. The gate guard momentarily froze as the truck came at him before self-preservation took over and he threw himself out of its path. By the time the truck smashed into the gate, it was doing more than twenty-five miles an hour, the truck’s speed and weight more than the gate was designed to stop. The barrier smashed apart and the truck shot through the opening with little loss of speed.
Tanner pointed his Commando at the warehouse office’s front door and stroked the trigger of the M-203 under the submachine gun’s barrel. The HEDP round smashed through the office’s front glass door and exploded, the sound and sight shattering the peaceful night. Replacing the spent grenade with a buckshot round, they quickly moved toward what had been the front door but was now a gaping hole.
Danielle’s scouring of the records indicated there were somewhere between six and twelve guards at the warehouse at any time of the night. There was no telling how many there were now, so Tanner had opted for a two-prong attack — he and Naomi would approach from the front and draw the enemy to him while Liam and the others hit them from the rear.
The gate guard staggered to his feet and tried raising his AK-47 at them, but Tanner hit him with a five-round burst from his Commando that dropped the 49 in his tracks. He and Naomi ran for the smoking hole where the office door used to be and stepped inside.
The office lobby and waiting area ceased to exist in the aftermath of the explosion. With great caution, both OUTCASTs moved into the adjacent office area using their NVGs to see in the darkness. Three computer desks — two to the left and one to the right — occupied the space along with a receptionist desk behind them. All were blanketed with dust and debris from the explosion, with the closest desk on the left broken in half from the force of the blast that ripped apart the sheetrock separating the office from the lobby.
Tanner swept left while Naomi swept right, each turning one-eighty but finding no one. Tanner spotted two doors in the corner next to the receptionist desk. Signs identified them as restrooms.
As he watched, one of the doors opened and bloody man stepped out, raising his Mossberg 500ATP shotgun. Tanner and Naomi hit him with twin volleys of 5.56mm rounds. The projectiles punched into the Triad hardman’s face and upper chest. The dying thug slammed into the doorjamb and fell back into the restroom.
Satisfied he was dead, Tanner moved off to the left. Naomi took right, and both progressed toward the swinging doors at the far end of the office.
Upon reaching them an explosion, rocked the rear of the warehouse.
The truck raced the entire length of the warehouse before Dante slammed on the brakes and turned the wheel to the left. The big vehicle slid to a stop, its open rear facing a trio of empty loading bays.
“The one in the middle!” Liam raised his Commando and fired the M-203. Stephen was half a second slower and both HEDP grenades obliterated the loading bays’ wooden door.
“Five! Floor it!”
Dante shifted the truck into reverse and pressed down on the accelerator, sending the truck hurtling back toward the still-smoking opening. He waited until the last second before twisting the wheel to the left to send the truck into the middle bay, slamming on the brakes had hard as he could. Wheels screaming, the truck slid into place, striking the dock’s bumpers with enough force to flatten them and nearly knock Liam and Stephen over. Liam opened the M-203’s chamber, letting the spent shell drop to the truck bed. He slipped in a buckshot round before closing it again.
“Four with me. Five, stairs to your right, twenty feet away. Move!”
Liam slipped through the thinning smoke with Stephen behind and to his left. A pair of bleeding bodies lay on the ground, not too far from the destroyed door. A third man, bloody but still on his feet, tried to raise his Daewoo K2 assault rifle, but Liam’s Commando spoke first and the man became even bloodier as he buckled.
Gunfire from their left forced the pair to take cover behind a cargo pallet stacked with wooden crates. Three Triad hitters fired blindly from an open doorway fifty feet away, the two AKs and single FN FAL rifle slamming dozens of 7.62 rounds into the wooden crates, shattering their contents. Stephen and Liam moved to opposite sides of the pallet and returned fire.
“Two to Prime,” Liam transmitted. “Entry made. Three Tangos down. Your status?”
“Pinned down,” Tanner returned. “Shipping office. Two Tangos are down on our end.”
The shipping office was a small room with barely enough space for a pair of desks and a counter under a large window looking into the warehouse. Swinging doors on either side of the window gave access into the warehouse, and the door behind them led into the office. They could both hear gunfire echoing in the warehouse.
Both OUTCASTs were crouched behind the desks as at least three streams of bullets tore through the air over their heads and ripped holes in the sheetrock behind them. The large window was shattered in the first volley, leaving shards of glass everywhere. They raised their Commandos high enough to fire short bursts over the desk and out the window.
Somewhere in the back of the warehouse there was another explosion. Dante’s tense voice erupted over the radio. “This is Five. Entry made. Three more Tangos down.”
Tanner nodded to himself. It looked like the guard force was on the high side. “Two, bring Four and Five forward. We’ll catch the rest of the Tangos in a crossfire. He glanced at his watch. “Two minutes.”
Liam leaned out and motioned for Dante to come over. Behind Dante, the three Triad shooters were in a pile by the doorway, dead from the one-two punch of the exit door behind them exploding from a 203’s grenade and Dante’s Colt follow-up.
Stephen faced the front of the warehouse, his Commando covering the closest approaches to their location — a pair of aisles leading toward the front offices. They could hear the gunfight ahead of them.
Dante reached them. “How do we do this?”
Liam motioned as he spoke. “You two take the left aisle, I’ll take the right. We go down and shoot anyone that isn’t our side.”
They started down the aisles, moving at a fast walk. The aisles were bordered by twenty-foot tall shelves, each steel shelf five feet above the one below it. The shelves were stocked with a mix of wooden crates and cardboard boxes. Liam noted that several of the crates bore markings from both the U.S. Army and the Marine Corps. He snapped a phone cam picture of the crate’s serial numbers before moving on. Ahead, the gunfire became less intense as each side either ran low on ammo or planned how to end the stalemate.
Liam spotted a man in a three-piece suit with an AK-47 slung over his back, climbing up a ladder thirty feet ahead of him. Liam moved to the left until he was standing next to the shelves. He raised his Colt Commando and fired two bursts. The 49 released the ladder and fell to the concrete floor with a wet smack. “Two to Prime. Another Tango down.”
Gunfire erupted out of the darkness ahead, aimed at Liam. He dropped to the floor and made himself as small as possible while returning fire. Sparks from the bullets’ impacts on the shelf above showered him. After a long burst, the gunman pulled back. Liam moved ahead and to the opposite side of the aisle, where he changed magazines.