:Sam looked at his watch for what had to be the millionth time. He'd been sitting in this car for more than two hours, watching the same warehouse. So far he'd seen nobody. No guards, no civilians, no people what so ever. He double checked the address. Yup, he was in the right place.

Harry Lattimer's storage garage. He was one of the small time gun runners on their list. They had one day to scout them all, all the gun runners they were planning to steal from. He thought they'd done the impossible before, but this was going to top all of that. Even if they actually managed to pull this off, if people found out about it. There would be more people after their heads than there was after Michael's when he first got burned.

The passenger door of the car suddenly opened. Sam had his gun out and pointed before the person had sat down.

"Michael?" sighed Sam putting the gun away.

"Sam," smiled Michael as he closed the door behind him.

"Well rested?"

"You left me on the floor," said Michael, astounded.

Sam grinned, "Nate refused to help carry you. Dragging seemed like a bad idea," he shrugged "Fi gave you a pillow."

"Thanks Sam that made all the difference."

"Mikey..."

"So what we got?" interrupted Michael, turning to look at the storage lock up.

Sam watched him for a second before he answered.

"Harry Lattimer owns the locker third from the end. There is no extra security, just the rent-a-cop on the front gate. There is one camera on the gate, another inside which rotates across the driveway. Honestly, this looks to be easy pickings."

Michael looked back at Sam. He didn't like Sam using the word easy. Every job that Sam called easy turned out to be anything but.

"Do we know what he has stored in there?"

"Buddy of mine came through. Lattimer's got mainly handguns. Glocks, Walter PPKs, Berretta's. He does have MAC-10's though, a lot of them. It should fill our quota."

"Good, what's next?" asked Michael.

"I've been to the guy Seymour gave us. His information is actually pretty good. Got everything we need. Fi is checking out Kuznetsov and Nate is looking into the other three smaller dealers I showed you."

"Okay, let's head over to Hyun Yi's."

"What? Mike, you serious? I thought I told you that was a bad idea."

"You did, but I want to check out all our options. I don't want to come up short."

Sam didn't look convinced, but he nodded and started the car engine "Okay then."

-BN—

Fiona hated surveillance. It was boring and tedious. Sitting in this car watching a warehouse because it might belong to the gun-runner Kuznetsov was not her idea of a good time. She couldn't even put the air conditioning on because that meant she'd have to turn the engine on. Which could give away her position if this really was the place.

She watched a man in jeans and a shirt walk past the warehouse for the second time. It could just be a coincidence. But she picked her camera up and took his picture. Another man walked past. She'd seen him too. Definitely not a coincidence. Zooming in with the camera she could see the distinctive line of a gun beneath his jacket. Guess this was the place. They were good: no uniforms, all of different races and builds. No conformity. The only thing the same was their weapon of choice they all carried.

Putting the camera down Fiona pulled out her phone and called Sam.

"Hello?"

"Sam, I'm done here."

"Michael and I are heading to Hyun Yi's."

"You think that's wise?" asked Fiona. Stealing from Hyun Yi was suicide.

"Michael does."

"Of course he does," she said rolling her eyes.

"Just meet us there," Sam ordered.

"Fine." Fiona hung up before Sam could say anything else. Looking back at the warehouse she took some final pictures of the security cameras before she started the engine and drove off.

Clearly Michael's sense of survival hadn't improved in the time he'd been gone. You don't steal from a man like Hyun Yi. You shoot him.

-BN—

Michael was watching Hyun Yi's house which was on the other side of the bay to him. The term 'house' was an understatement. Mansion or compound was a better description. An eight foot wall surrounded the property. There were only two ways in; the front driveway and the rear dock. A rotating guard patrolled the inner circumference of the property, all armed with submachine guns.

There was a small boat in the bay that was continually going up and down the bay. Two men were on board; again, both armed. Security cameras were positioned in various places. All fixed, meaning no blind spots.

"I told you it was a bad idea," said Sam.

Michael put the binoculars down and turned to look at him. "Where does he store the weapons?"

"In the outbuilding near the docks," sighed Sam.

Michael turned to look back at the docks, scanning the area until he spotted the outbuilding. More guards were positioned at the entrance to the building. An electronic lock of some kind was on the wall. It was possible that they would be able to crack it without seeing it up close. But if they were really going to break into that building they had to do it the first time they entered the property.

"It can be done," Michael nodded as he turned back to look at Sam.

"That's stupid."

"I would suggest C4. Lots of it," smiled Fiona as she walked towards them. "Possibly a bullet between Hyun Yi's eyes while we're at it."

"If we do this, we do it quietly," said Michael.

"Then you won't be leaving alive," she pointed out.

Sam looked back at the house. "I mean, maybe if we had more time to plan. But we've got less than forty-two hours until those guns have to be in the container. It's just not possible," he shrugged.

"As much as I hate to agree with him, but Sam's right." Fiona looked at the house, "Of course, an RPG-7 fired at the house would be a fabulous distraction."

"That's a little more attention than I think we need."

Fiona only shrugged to Michael's comment, clearly not agreeing with him.

"What did Kuznetsov's place look like?"

"The rotating cameras provide adequate blind spots and the lock would need nothing more than a good pair of bolt cutters. Take out the guards. Nothing to it."

"Good. Sam, you get the pictures?" asked Michael.

"Yeah, I got the pictures," sighed Sam as he raised the camera taking the last couple of pictures.

"Okay, let's go," said Michael. Plans were already forming in his head on the best way to attack the outbuilding.

-BN-