Col gave the word from the front of the formation, and the squad turned off the cleared avenue toward the first address on the order.
Ric had been on his feet since before dawn, and his ribs made a sharp pain know on the deep breaths. It wasn't enough to incapacitate him, but present, the way a bad debt is present.
He had reloaded both pistols at the checkpoints and confirmed it twice, because the first time was habit and the second was because the first had not satisfied him.
The first warehouse was on the north side of the secondary street. Loading bay doors closed.
A working warehouse left the doors open in the morning. These had been closed since the checkpoint men locked down whatever was running here. Thick timber, crossbar-latched from inside.
Two men went to the side passage. Two more to the back exit. Col waited for the sign, then nodded at the door.
Ric went in on the left.
