CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
DX and his crew pulled into an old abandoned warehouse in Brooklyn that served as a distribution centre. The multi-level complex had offices on two levels, and the centre was open spaced with a clear view all around. The place was barren, apart from some office furniture and the odd leftover crate. Scratches of paint hung onto rusted metal, and glassless frames were caked in dust. Power was stolen from a nearby transformer, giving light via the only working lamps. Above, a glass skylight held off the elements. The one reason DX had scouted the place, was that it had a working roof and it was miles away from prying eyes.
As the vehicles rolled in, there was a cheer as if it was from a pack of animals. Armed men covered most of the levels, while the rest of them stood o
