The sun was already down when the unmarked black car pulled up near the edge of the old east docks.
Harrison killed the engine, nobody spoke for a long minute. The cold morning air smelled of something sour and old rust coming off the dark water lines just a few hundred yards away.
In the back seat, Marcus opened his laptop, the pale light from the screen reflecting off his glasses. His fingers moved quickly over the keys as he connected to the local network lines.
"I am inside their security feed," Marcus whispered, leaning forward between the front seats so Harrison and Julius could see. "Xavier has four active cameras covering the main path to the warehouse. Give me sixty seconds and I can loop the footage so you two and Daniel can walk right through the front gate."
Daniel checked to see how many bullets he had left in his gun, completely calm. "Make it fast, Marcus. The sun is coming up, and we lose our cover once the light hits those tracks."
