Adrenaline charged, Ales made short work of the outer door’s electronic lock. Scanners clocking, he entered the dimly lit old factory, looking for tech signatures. Nothing but the expected video cameras and motion detectors. His team’s exposure was under ten minutes from breach to exit, but making an attack on a local thug was risky.
Widow, the self-proclaimed King of New Jersey’s burgeoning drug trade, had smuggled the artifact inside his latest shipment and the Semedei had ordered the Ravens to obtain it. If the magus royal family wanted the statue, it must have some magical significance. Regardless, it was Ales’ job to get it for them.
Keeping his back to the wall, Ales edged around a skid of grey market merch. The guard was to his left. Ales activated the hypo needle in his glove and sprinted around the pallet. He punched the man in the upper arm. The guard jerked and then crumpled, but Ales caught him before he hit the floor. The injectable was a proprietary cocktail that incapacitated but didn’t kill. Bodies piling up in forensic labs caused problems fast.
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