"Hey, what are you doing back there!" the guard bellowed.
At once, the five men scattered like cockroaches.
"Stop!" the guard roared, already on his radio. "Targets located! All units converge on Warehouse A, East Rack! Device located! Code Red! Timer at Ten! Repeat, timer at Ten! Move!"
"Spread out!" the leader snapped to his crew and they bolted in five directions.
Sirens came to life immediately, a harsh female voice echoing through the building. "Attention all personnel: this is not a drill. Evacuate Warehouse A immediately. Proceed to Muster Point North. Do not use the east bay exits."
Workers dropped their clipboards and scanners, with some abandoning their carts. What followed next was screaming, as chaos broke out.
Ace Storm hit the rolling door at a dead sprint with a dozen wolves behind him. "Security Teams A and B, on me! Ralph, lock down the south dock! Bomb unit, to East Rack now. Everyone else, evac lanes clear, get the workers out!"
