Mack didn't know exactly how this was going to play out, but he trusted Sierra even if he didn't quite trust Xavier. He parked a few yards away from the entrance to the warehouse, turned his lights off and cut his engine. He patiently waited for the black Altima to pass before he slumped in the front seat far enough so he could still see but not be seen. Butterflies danced an Irish jig inside his stomach as he watched Xavier and Sierra enter the warehouse, unarmed.
"Check one...testing...testing." He was speaking into his sleeve, where the hidden mic was. He hoped that the reception was good inside the warehouse.
"Hear you loud and clear." Sierra nervously replied.
Good, at least they had communication! Mack thought to himself as nerves were riding high with anticipation, until
