“Spare key under a flowerpot,” Marco said with a shrug.
The house was small but did have a second floor, which they made their way to. Rome walked to the window overlooking the warehouse. He lifted the binoculars, only to stop and stare at all the buttons on it he hadn’t noticed before.
“Please tell me this thing has thermal vision,” Rome said.
“Let me see,” Marco said and took the binoculars out of Rome’s hands.
He fiddled with it for a while before letting out a sound of victory.
“Got it,” Marco said and looked through the binoculars.
“How many?”
“Six inside. Two outside, not counting Neil and Juno.”
Marco handed him the binoculars and after counting the red figures, he agreed with Marco’s assessment. He managed to turn off the thermal imaging in time to see one of the two men outside use a keycard and then type in a code to open the door.
“Shit,” he mumbled.
“What?”
He put down the binoculars to meet Marco’s gaze.
“We need a keycard and a passcode to get in.”
Marco dropped his head back with a sigh, his eyes squeezed shut for a moment before he looked at Rome. “We’ll figure it out.”
Rome hoped so, otherwise, they would’ve gone there for nothing.
They left the house and made their way back to the cars.
“What the fuck?” Marco exclaimed.
Rome jerked his head up, his gaze landing on the man leaned against the front of Neil’s car. Marco pulled his gun, but Rome put a hand on top of it and pushed it down.
“Don’t.”
Marco’s glare was mixed with confusion. Instead of explaining, Rome turned to the bastard who was now grinning at them.
“And here I thought you’d be happy to see me,” Bones said.
Footsteps had Rome glancing over his shoulder to see Neil and Juno returning. Juno cocked his head to the side, a puzzled look on his face when he saw Bones.
“Bones? The hell are you doing here?” Juno asked.
Bones shrugged. “Your text pretty much spelled out, ‘I’m gonna do something stupid,’ and I just couldn’t let you do it alone.”
“You texted him?” Rome asked Juno, a bite to his voice.
Juno released a groan. “I… Didn’t tell him. He just… It doesn’t matter.” Juno turned to Bones with an arched brow. “How did you find us?”
“I asked Auggie to trace your phone.”
“Asshole,” Juno grumbled.
Bones grinned and asked, “So, what are we doing?”
No one answered for a long moment until Juno glanced around, then sighed and said, “We’re stealing back the shipment that was stolen from Serrano.”
Bones’ brows hit his hairline, then he snorted out a laugh. “Well, shit, count me in, then.”
As much as Rome preferred keeping Bones out of it, he had to admit an extra set of hands would be very helpful and from the lack of protesting coming from Neil and Marco, they’d likely come to the same conclusion.
“We need a keycard and a passcode to get in. The guards have both,” Rome said.
“Doesn’t matter. Auggie’s gonna let us in. I figured you were here for the warehouse so he’s just waiting for my text,” Bones said.
“I doubt the workers are gonna be armed,” Juno said. “The two guards are, though.”
Neil nodded and said, “Let’s keep this to no casualties. These men aren’t involved and are only doing their jobs.”
“We’re gonna need a truck,” Rome said.
Neil cocked a brow at him and said, “Already taken care of.”
Of course, it was. Fucking spook.
Neil popped the trunk of his car and pulled out a bunch of ski masks and gloves. Rome took a ski mask and put it in his back pocket. Putting it on before they got closer to the warehouse was stupid. The gloves he put on, though.
He wasn’t looking forward to this. It could go very wrong, especially with civilians involved. He didn’t like it. Not one bit.
“Why is it always warehouses?” Bones mumbled with a shake of his head.
Rome met Bones’ gaze and gave him a look he hoped stated that he shared the sentiment.
Juno
Neil led the way to the back of the warehouse property where there were products stored outside in the lot. They’d agreed to go through the back even though the front gate was open. If they went in there, the guards would spot them immediately and likely alert the cops. If they were gonna have even a chance of moving Serrano’s products, they’d need to be more discreet than that.
Neil stopped right outside the camera's view and motioned for everyone to put their mask on. Juno met Rome’s gaze before pulling on his ski mask. They look in Rome’s eyes told him pretty clearly that Rome didn’t like having him there. He found the man’s concern for him kinda sweet. He wasn’t sure why he liked Rome’s protectiveness. He’d never had anyone want to protect him like that. Sure, his brothers and sisters were ready to lay down their lives for him, as he was for them, but they’d never wanted to keep him safe. Not like Rome.
The barbwire on top of the chain-link fence surrounding the warehouse had seen better days. Neil jumped the fence as he had when they’d done the recon earlier, landing on a pallet of boxes. The rest followed. The only one having trouble getting over the barbwire was Bones who complained about Emery feeding him too well, which was probably true.
“Remember,” Neil said. “No casualties.”
Bones leaned into Juno and asked
