“Follow the bodies.” She shrugged.
“Sounds like a plan,” he answered, shrugging back as they all set off down the walkway.
* * *
Steel had used the cargo containers as cover as well as a walkway. He was positioned too high up for the enemy to see him, and what’s more, they were fully occupied by laughing and shooting. They weren’t guns for hire or a couple of mercenaries. They were just two guys that probably worked at the company driving forklifts or vans. Either way, they had been given a couple of extra bucks and were enjoying the chance of shooting at some cops.
Both men were in their late thirties, with bulky figures and shaven heads. The guy on the left had a black goatee, and both his arms were covered with tattoos. The other was a no-neck with a nice big scar on his left cheek.
