Sharon followed Andy into the warehouse. Normally she would have gone first, but since she was still getting used to being back in the field, so she let Andy take the lead. They should wait for backup, but neither could sit idly by and let someone be shot to death.
They could hear loud voices and followed them to a large room in the warehouse. The large quantity of crates and boxes allowed them cover. One man was sitting in a chair with a second holding a gun to him. It was unclear if he was a hostage or an accomplice and the unknown language made it impossible to understand what they were saying.
Andy flinched as one man let off a few shots into the air to make his point as he continued to yell at the sitting man who came back with a flurry of words of his own.
Andy looked at Sharon and motioned for her to stay put as he moved around the boxes to get into a position on her right. He could get a better look at what exactly was going on.
Sharon gave him a nod and felt her heart pound as the adrenaline surged. She kept her hand on her gun remembering all the extensive training she'd done in the last few months preparing for her return to more active duty. Still, she'd spent years learning how to solve problems with words and rules rather than a gun. It was difficult sometimes for her to immediately resort to violence over negotiation. There didn't seem to be any room for negotiation with this group.
The men continued to argue, Andy assumed it was about drugs. Two of the men were wanted in the deaths of two drug agents who'd been killed on a sting operation about a month before. Andy took out a knife and slipped it into one of the crates. He pulled it out covered in white powder.
Cocaine.
Andy wondered where back up was. They couldn't stay put much longer before they were found. Suddenly one of the men turned and looked in Sharon's direction. Andy's blood went cold as the man raised his gun and sprayed a hail of bullets in her direction.
Sharon.
Andy heard her gasp. He moved quickly firing a few shots for cover and ran in her direction silently praying she was okay.
She was moving in his direction. Andy could see the grimace on her face and the blood starting to spread on her blouse.
He heard the muffled sound of feet. It was the three men. They were heading in Andy and Sharon's direction. They had to move fast.
Andy pulled Sharon against him as bullets rained down above them. They couldn't make it back to the car, but Sharon remembered from the intel blueprints that they was a janitor room down the main hall on the left. It was their best chance.
They found it quickly and Andy closed and locked the door, they moved whatever he could find in front of the door.
They huddled under the desk still breathing rapidly from their efforts to escape.
Sharon whispered, "Where the hell is back up?" before she slumped against Andy and lost consciousness.