"Over here," said Kazuo, ducking behind a stack of shipping containers at the edge of the dock.
Gwen followed, crouching low and pressing her back against the surface.
"You sure this is legal?" she whispered.
Kazuo shot her a look. "No. It's definitely not legal. But neither is whatever the hell we saw on that footage."
Security drones made periodic sweeps, cutting through the darkness like predators.
"Bay 27 should be about two hundred meters that way," Kazuo pointed toward a warehouse structure. "We need to time this between drone sweeps."
He checked his wrist display, tracking the security patterns they'd observed for the past twenty minutes.
"When we get there, what exactly are we looking for?" Gwen asked, adjusting her jacket against the chill.