much easier if she’d had audio as well as cameras.
One of the buyers moved over to the back door of the closest SUV and took out an iPad. He moved his fingers over the screen for a moment, then held it up so Kojot could see. Kojot must have liked what he saw because he nodded and tossed the keys for the van to one of the other buyers. The buyer and one of his buddies headed for the back of the van while their friends continued to keep a tense eye on the arms dealer.
“The deal is going down,” she reported over the radio.
“What’s in the van?” Clayne growled.
Layla glanced at the other monitor showing the inside of the warehouse. Crap, it wasn’t positioned right. When the doors of the van swung open, she couldn’t see inside.
“I don’t know,” she said. “The camera is at the wrong angle.”
“We need to know what’s in that van before we blow our cover,” Clayne said tersely. “Figure out a way to ID what’s in there.”
Layla wanted to ask him how the hell she was going to do that since he was the one who’d been so adamant about her staying in the operations truck, but pointing out the obvious would probably only piss him off. She was half a second from jumping out and hauling ass for the warehouse when she remembered the camera drone.
“I’m moving the drone in for a look,” she said, grabbing the controller.
The image on the monitor feeding from the drone immediately jumped all over the place as she put it in motion. Clearly it didn’t like the idea of diving near ground level to look through windows like a Peeping Tom.
“Hurry up before they close the doors and leave,” Danica urged.
Layla darted a glance over at the stationary camera monitor. Kojot was tapping something into the iPad, no doubt transferring funds to some account that even the DCO would have a hard time tracking. Another few minutes and they’d be out of there.
The hell with it. Turning back to the controls for the drone, she sent it diving down into the alley behind the warehouse at insane speed. A split second later, she was rewarded with a long-distance view into the back of the van through one of the warehouse windows. The dark green boxes were definitely military and the stickers on them had universal symbols for Danger , Caution , and Explosive .
“They’re weapons,” she announced. “The boxes are about the right size for shoulder-fired, surface-to-air missiles.”
She had no idea what a group of people in Glasgow wanted with surface-to-air missiles, but it wasn’t something she liked to think about.
Clayne immediately gave the order to move. A moment later, he, Danica, Foley, and Hightower dropped to the first floor of the warehouse from their hiding places upstairs and ordered everyone to freeze. No one obeyed that order, least of all Kojot. The arms dealer took off in the opposite direction. Clayne and Danica followed, the wolf shifter quickly gaining on the bad guy.
Layla went back and forth from one monitor to the next, looking for Kojot, and caught a flash of movement at the south end of the warehouse as he ran down a flight of stairs. How the hell had he gotten all the way across the warehouse in just a few seconds?
“Kojot is heading down the stairwell on the south side of the warehouse,” she called over the radio.
On the monitor, Danica immediately turned and ran in that direction. Clayne, on the other hand, was standing in the middle of the warehouse, his head tilted to the side and a pissed-off expression on his face. Then he tore across the room, growling so loud that Layla could hear him without the benefit of the radio.
“He’s a fucking shifter!” Clayne shouted as he raced down the stairs ahead of Danica. “Kojot knew we were here all along and still had the balls the go through with the deal. He’s probably been onto us for months.”
Layla’s eyes widened. No wonder they hadn’t been able to catch the mysterious arms dealer. It was hard to sneak up on a person when
One of the buyers moved over to the back door of the closest SUV and took out an iPad. He moved his fingers over the screen for a moment, then held it up so Kojot could see. Kojot must have liked what he saw because he nodded and tossed the keys for the van to one of the other buyers. The buyer and one of his buddies headed for the back of the van while their friends continued to keep a tense eye on the arms dealer.
“The deal is going down,” she reported over the radio.
“What’s in the van?” Clayne growled.
Layla glanced at the other monitor showing the inside of the warehouse. Crap, it wasn’t positioned right. When the doors of the van swung open, she couldn’t see inside.
“I don’t know,” she said. “The camera is at the wrong angle.”
“We need to know what’s in that van before we blow our cover,” Clayne said tersely. “Figure out a way to ID what’s in there.”
Layla wanted to ask him how the hell she was going to do that since he was the one who’d been so adamant about her staying in the operations truck, but pointing out the obvious would probably only piss him off. She was half a second from jumping out and hauling ass for the warehouse when she remembered the camera drone.
“I’m moving the drone in for a look,” she said, grabbing the controller.
The image on the monitor feeding from the drone immediately jumped all over the place as she put it in motion. Clearly it didn’t like the idea of diving near ground level to look through windows like a Peeping Tom.
“Hurry up before they close the doors and leave,” Danica urged.
Layla darted a glance over at the stationary camera monitor. Kojot was tapping something into the iPad, no doubt transferring funds to some account that even the DCO would have a hard time tracking. Another few minutes and they’d be out of there.
The hell with it. Turning back to the controls for the drone, she sent it diving down into the alley behind the warehouse at insane speed. A split second later, she was rewarded with a long-distance view into the back of the van through one of the warehouse windows. The dark green boxes were definitely military and the stickers on them had universal symbols for Danger , Caution , and Explosive .
“They’re weapons,” she announced. “The boxes are about the right size for shoulder-fired, surface-to-air missiles.”
She had no idea what a group of people in Glasgow wanted with surface-to-air missiles, but it wasn’t something she liked to think about.
Clayne immediately gave the order to move. A moment later, he, Danica, Foley, and Hightower dropped to the first floor of the warehouse from their hiding places upstairs and ordered everyone to freeze. No one obeyed that order, least of all Kojot. The arms dealer took off in the opposite direction. Clayne and Danica followed, the wolf shifter quickly gaining on the bad guy.
Layla went back and forth from one monitor to the next, looking for Kojot, and caught a flash of movement at the south end of the warehouse as he ran down a flight of stairs. How the hell had he gotten all the way across the warehouse in just a few seconds?
“Kojot is heading down the stairwell on the south side of the warehouse,” she called over the radio.
On the monitor, Danica immediately turned and ran in that direction. Clayne, on the other hand, was standing in the middle of the warehouse, his head tilted to the side and a pissed-off expression on his face. Then he tore across the room, growling so loud that Layla could hear him without the benefit of the radio.
“He’s a fucking shifter!” Clayne shouted as he raced down the stairs ahead of Danica. “Kojot knew we were here all along and still had the balls the go through with the deal. He’s probably been onto us for months.”
Layla’s eyes widened. No wonder they hadn’t been able to catch the mysterious arms dealer. It was hard to sneak up on a person when
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