Page 90 of Unraveling Connections

Sitting up straighter I say, “That’s one of Hunt’s inner circle, I’m almost sure of it.”

“Driving the car?” Cash asks, his eyes already on the vehicle.

“Yeah,” I reply.

“It looks like it to me as well,” Cash agrees. “Let’s wait for them to head in, and then we can follow them.”

“We need to get pictures, and see if we can hear anything,” I remind him.

Finally, something to focus on. If I had to spend one more hour trying to stop my thoughts from drifting to my mother and Liam, I would have gone insane. I know it is not healthy, but I am outright refusing to think about it until I am back home, and even then, I might just ignore it for a while longer until it goes away. I don’t know what to do, and that is as far as I have allowed myself to get in the thought process but inevitably, I know I'm going to have to think about it and confront some feelings about it all.

One thing that is reassuring about the whole thing is that I know no matter what I decide to do, or however I decide to handle it, my men will back me up and support me in whateverway I need them to and that is why I love them. One of the many reasons at least.

“Alright, let’s park the car around the corner and then we can head in through that blind spot that we noticed yesterday,” Cash says, as he starts the car and moves it closer to where we will be going in and out of the shipping yard.

We caught a lucky break yesterday when we noticed that there was a small area that was a blind spot to the cameras. We are still going to have to be very careful when we go in so that we remain undetected, and have some hard hats that we will wear in case we get spotted. We should blend in well enough that no one is going to ask too many questions and just tell us to move on if we are in an area that we shouldn’t be.

As soon as the car is parked where we need it to be we double check our weapons, grab the hard hats that everyone on site seems to be wearing and then head for the blind spot. It is a good job that it’s dark out and we are in the warehouse district because otherwise we would definitely draw attention to ourselves since we have to climb over the fence in order to get in.

Fortunately, it is a fairly easy fence to climb, and we both get over it pretty quickly, landing on the other side and using the blind spot to dodge the cameras and hopefully not be seen anywhere that is suspicious. The theory is that when the cameras do pick us up, they are just going to see two workers and not question it any further. We don’t want to be questioned though, ideally, we don’t want anyone to see us but if we are we have a backup plan.

“I imagine that they are going to be by the main office,” I say as we stick to the shadows, walking through the towering shipping containers and making sure that we are avoiding people as we do.

Cash nods, “From what I can recall from the aerial, it should be this way.”

We continue forward, needing to stay as silent as we can so we can hear if anyone is approaching us or if we are about to run into anyone. The port is loud, people yelling to each other, machinery running, the clanging of metal, all of it going on around us and yet walking between the towering shipping containers stacked at least three high, more in some places, makes it seem strangely eerie.

Honestly, we would have no way of knowing if someone is watching us from above, and I find myself looking up every so often. I get distracted from doing this when I hear voices, and Cash and I stop before we head down the next row of containers. We both stand still and listen, trying to gauge exactly where the voices are coming from so we can avoid them.

I point to the left, and Cash nods in agreement, we are just starting to turn around, to go back and find a different offshoot to go down so that we can avoid the people, when someone speaks, and the voice is familiar.

“Hunt,” I sign to Cash, who immediately nods.

We change our direction and move cautiously toward the voices, sticking close to the shipping containers, and relying on the shadows in order to keep us hidden. Cash is closest to the end, so he peeks around the corner ever so slightly and then looks back at me nodding, and confirming that it is Hunt. He pulls out his phone, sets it to record, puts it low down, and tilts it up so that it still gets a good view of them. He makes sure only the camera is pointed out. People are a lot less likely to notice something that is not in their immediate eye-line than they are if it is at the right height, hence why when you are filming a target, you either have the recording device up high or down low. Sometimes that is not possible, but it is the usual rule of thumb.

“The shipment is arriving as we speak,” one of the women says. “It will be on the boats in a matter of hours.”

We didn’t see it arrive through the entrance that we are watching so I am assuming that it's through the one that the guys are watching since she said it will be ready to go on the boat and not come off it.

“Excellent,” Hunt replies, “everything is as it should be?”

“Yes, we had no issues with this one and no one looked closer than we wanted them to.” A man replies this time.

“What about the police presence up the road from the other entrance?” Hunt asks, an edge to his voice.

I share a worried look with Cash, he is talking about the mugging that the guys prevented, Hunt knows what they look like and most likely has his people memorise what we all look like too, just in case they come across us, this could potentially blow the whole thing for us.

The man clears his throat, “A local thing, a robbery I believe, nothing to worry about and absolutely nothing to do with the business here. The cops didn’t even question anyone here.”

Hunt hums in a pleased sort of way and replies, “Good. We don’t need any extra eyes on us at the moment. Not until the main shipment has gone in a couple of weeks time, on the twentieth. We will keep everything quiet and above board after that, just in case anyone does decide to come looking around, and then, as usual, we will filter in the shipments slowly and carefully before we do another big shipment out.”

“Understood.” They both reply together.

“Anything else that I should be aware of?” Hunt asks.

“Yes, actually,” the guy replies with a dark kind of joy in his voice.

I tilt my head to the side as I hear a muffled grunted and then a pained sound. Cash’s eyes narrow, he glances down at his phone but can’t see much without jogging the video so I shift to see if I can see anything on the screen.

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