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clean and the windows were chip and cloudy. Etched on the side in blue letters gave a name to the building.
    Seattle Transport, Inc.
    She had wasted enough time. She turned to use her knuckles to rap on the back of the truck behind her. The noise of the door being rolled up echoed around the nearby buildings. Men stood ready with assault weapons dressed in the dark black helmets and suits of the Guards of Gabriel. There were ten men, each looking ominous as five lined each side of the truck. All of them had one hand gripping a rope that hung from the truck’s walls to keep their balance once the truck began to move.
    Upon the opening of the door, the first two on front trained their weapons on the opening. Now they lowered their weapons and reached out glove hands to help her back up into the truck, and she gave the signal that they had all been waiting for. It was time. One of the men at the back slapped the metal sheet divider that separated them from the driver twice. The engine coughed, turned over, and roared to life as the door to the back of the truck was shut once more, placing everyone in complete darkness.
    In seconds, they felt a slight lurch as the truck’s brakes were released and the truck moved. Kimiko took out her RES and held them both in one hand as he waited. There would be no comforting words of encouragement to the men with her. Words were unnecessary. They knew their jobs and what role they would play in the assault. If not, death would be their repercussion.
    A price they would try to avoid. She felt herself sway as the truck slowed then applied brakes as it stopped. The warning beeps sounded loudly before coming to a stop. She knew that the truck’s back door now pointed at the front of the warehouse’s main gate. The driver’s door opened in the front and slammed with the driver coughing briefly before complaining about the weather.
    Kimiko took out a device with her free hand that was no bigger than a cellphone and switched it on by placing a thumb on the screen. Data Support was locked on to a NSA satellite that fed a clear image into the monitor. The myth that spy satellites couldn’t see through cloud cover was just that, a myth. Technology found a way around such problems, always would.
    The driver took up the screen as he approached the small guard house that sat on the other side of the gate. His movements became animated as he started to talk to the guard inside. No sound came from the monitor, there was no need. The conversation wouldn’t last long. The small guardhouse was still before a sharp bright light started bobbing and a guard stepped out into the rain scowling. Kimiko held up a hand with RES in the glow of the light and the message was passed back amongst the men.
    Get ready to move.
    The driver was dressed in a light tan uniform and cap with the warehouse’s lettering etched across his hat and the right side of his shirt. In his hand, he held a computer tablet that had replaced the outdated clipboard and gestured at it with annoyance. The information on the tablet had matched with what the guard had in his own records, as Data Support had hacked into the company’s scheduling records for this delivery and the warehouse blueprints.
    The guard shook his head, hating being in the rain, disappeared, and seconds later, the gates started to roll back. Once the guard returned, Kimiko wasted no time rolling up the truck’s back door. The guard’s eyes went wide with fear as he watched black figures with guns jumping down to the ground. The warning he wanted to scream out was locked in his throat as a short needle-like dart stuck out the side of his neck from the driver’s gun.
    He took one step backwards, clutching his neck before his legs gave way as the sedative rush through his system. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he fell to the wet asphalt. Without words, the men spread out and disappeared into the shadowy sections of the warehouse until only two men, Kimiko,