The rain was starting to let up when Jake, Alice and Bryn approached the warehouse. Weapons out, Jake signaled for Alice to stay where she was. Bryn went right. Jake went left. There were no windows, but Jake rounded a corner and found a door standing ajar.
Policy dictated he wait for Bryn to back him up, but Jake was sick of waiting. He nudged the door open just wide enough for him to slip through, then stopped so his eyes could adjust to the dim interior.
Ahead of him, dirty skylights cast uneven light in a line down the center. He rounded a partition that could have been an office and saw a sight that stopped him in his tracks.
“Jake? Where are you?” Bryn’s voice came softly through the radio earpiece.
“I’m inside.”
“Without backup? Are you nuts?”
“Trust me when I say there is no
