As we stood amidst the crates of high-tech equipment, the realization of what we were dealing with began to sink in. This wasn't just a small operation; Mr. Beltran was orchestrating something on a much larger scale than we had anticipated. The warehouse was filled with cutting-edge technology—advanced drones, communication devices, and what appeared to be experimental weaponry.
Greg looked around, his expression grim. "This is way bigger than we thought. What the hell is Beltran planning?"
I nodded, keeping my voice low. "Whatever it is, it's dangerous. We need to document everything and get out of here before anyone realizes we're here."
Vince, monitoring from the remote location, chimed in through our earpieces. "I've got the security feed looped, but it won't last long. You've got about ten minutes before someone notices something's off."
"Copy that," I replied, pulling out a small camera to start taking pictures of the equipment. "Let's move quickly."
