I'm in. I said in a low voice, confident my tiny earpiece would pick it up.

Copy that.

Perez said. His voice clear in my left ear.

Keep us updated.

I quickly zip tied the hole I'd cut in the fence back together.

No one would see it unless they were looking hard.

I ran between two puddles of orange light toward the corner

of the sprawling complex. The night air was crisp, smelling like the pine trees that surrounded

the facility. I heard a car engine when I was still yards away from the metal warehouse.

There was nothing else to do, but run as the headlights swung toward me, the car engine

revving.

I slid down into the darkness bordering the structure as the car passed behind me, no doubt speeding

toward the vehicle that had, moments earlier, crashed into the fence at the front of the compound.

I turned my head in time to see the security decal on the car door.

The diversion seemed to be working.

I got to my feet and looked around the corner of the warehouse.

I spotted several cameras along my route and hoped Perez was right when he said they

were taken care of.

I adjusted my backpack and shifted the pistol and the holster strapped to my leg.

Then I ran.

I made my way across the face of the warehouse and down its flank to a little alleyway with a surface door at its end.

There was a bright halogen light just above the door and a camera right next to it.

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