"Let's move," I said, adrenaline fueling my determination. "Greg, drive. Vince, keep an eye on the map. We can't afford any delays."
Greg nodded and hit the gas, the van lurching forward as we sped toward the designated warehouse. The streets were eerily quiet as we navigated through the city, the weight of our mission hanging heavily in the air.
As we approached the warehouse, I could see several black SUVs parked outside, the ominous shadows of Beltran's men moving about. We needed a plan, and we needed it fast.
"Vince, can you access the warehouse security system?" I asked, my mind racing with possibilities.
"I can try," he replied, pulling up a secondary screen filled with code. "If I can tap into their security feeds, we can find a way in without being seen."
"Do it," I urged, glancing at Greg. "Get us into a position where we can keep an eye on everything."
