Carefully picking his way along the side of the warehouse he reached the rear of the building. The area behind was also in darkness as Rob peered round the corner. Taking a moment to let his vision adjust once again to the change of light Rob could see what looked like a canvas tunnel running from the rear of the building to a boat moored at the quayside. It was similar in size to the trawler he had seen his brother alight from in Achravie, a substantial ocean going vessel for someone who didn’t want the world at large to identify what cargo was being loaded, transported or discharged.
Rob double clicked his radio receiving a double click in return. He lifted the small microphone closer to his mouth. “E5 to E6”
“E6, go ahead,” Joe’s response came back.
“Joe I’m down at ….”
He felt some
