Ben's eyes narrowed as he gazed out at the rundown warehouse across the street, his binoculars trained on the entrance. He adjusted his earpiece, his voice low as he spoke to his partner, Nancy.

“You seeing anything, Nancy? I've got nothing but a bunch of shady-looking characters lingering around the door,” Ben whispered, his gaze scanning the perimeter of the building.

Nancy’s voice crackled through the earpiece. “Negative, Ben. Just a lot of empty crates and trash. You think our CI was wrong about the meetup?”

Ben's jaw clenched. “I don't know, but I've got a bad feeling about this. Keep scanning the roof and alleys. I'll keep eyes on the entrance.”

As Ben continued to survey the warehouse, he noticed a black SUV pulling up to the entrance, its tinted windows reflecting the fading sunlight...