Page 71 of Cain

CAIN

All of us, minus Cyrus and Storm, park just down the road from the warehouse two hours before the scheduled meeting. Could we have gotten closer? Yeah. But I’d rather walk the rest on foot. Our bikes don’t exactly allow us to have the element of surprise on our side. I don’t know what kind of cameras or sensors these guys might be operating with. And if there’s one thing I know about organized crime, it is that there’s a fuck ton of money there. Which is why we didn’t know for three fucking years that they even bought the place. Hell, if all of this shit hadn’t gone down, I probably would have never known.

“Find anything?” I ask as Brock and Hash make their way back.

“Cameras all around like we thought. Didn’t pick up on any sensors, though,” Brock replies.

“They probably think they’re flying under the radar,” Hash grunts.

“You think there’s cameras inside?”

“I’m going to say yes. Once I hack into their system, I’ll know more. I highly doubt they have different servers for something way out here.”

“How long do you need?”

“Maybe a half hour. Just depends on what type of security they have.”

“Good work, Wiz.” I pat his back as I step away to let him work. I didn’t miss the small smile he gave at the nickname.

“What’s up?” Hash asks in a low voice as he comes to stand by me.

“I don’t know man. Everything seems to be going well here, but I can’t seem to shake the feeling that some shit is about to go down,” I admit as I look around. “I feel like we’re missing something. It just seems too easy.”

“I was thinking that too. When we were looking for cameras, I didn’t see any cars. It doesn’t look like anyone is even here.”

“Unless they opened one of those bay doors and parked inside.”

“Maybe.” Hash didn’t sound convinced, and honestly, I’m not either.

“Cyrus just said he’s 5 minutes out,” Ink says at the same time Brock says, “I’m in.”

Hash and I share a look because, again, this shit is just too easy. “What’s it looking like, Wiz?”

“There’s a camera in each corner of the exterior and one in each room of the warehouse.” He waves us over to look at the screen as he points. “So far, I’ve only seen these two guys throughout the whole place.”

“Only two guys?” Hash asked, wariness clearly present in his voice.

I lean in to get a better look. “Neither of those guys looks like Mikhail.” I point to the corner of the screen. “Can you zoom in over there?”

Wiz hits a few buttons on the computer, and a couple of seconds later, I’m looking at a shit ton of heroin.

“Oh fuck. Is that what I think it is?” Hash asks.

“What is it?” Trick asks, coming up behind us. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“We don’t want that shit here,” Ink growls.

No, we definitely fucking do not. “Explains all of the overdoses lately.” The guys grunt in agreement. “Wait. Go back.” Wiz clicks a few more times, and the cameras change angles. “These motherfuckers. How much do you want to bet that’s also our missing shipment in there?” How did two guys that we didn’t even know fucking existed pull this off?

“They’re dead,” Ink grumbles. “Fucking dead.”

They absolutely fucking are.

Soon enough, Cyrus is pulling into the parking lot with Storm in the passenger seat, looking like he’s about to pass out. “Show time.” I motion to the guys to spread out. We all watch from a distance as Storm rolls down the passenger side window, and the same two men Brock saw exit the building. “Why aren’t you driving?” I can hear one of them ask.

“Had a small accident,” Storm answers, looking like he wishes he was anywhere else but right here. “He’s cool.” He nods towards Cyrus. I wait until they approach the side of the truck before I head towards them.

“Who the fuck are you?” The guy in a black turtleneck shouts, both of them drawing their guns.

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