Plan B, like
the Inquisitor’s original Plan A, depended as much upon adequate personnel as
it did proper timing. With Gasoleo and Butano out of the equation, the
untenable Plan A had been ditched. The Inquisitor and Jougs split up to search
the outside of the warehouse, while Vorant took the inside. So far neither of
his men had let out the tale-tell whistles meaning they’d located the woman.
Glancing at his wrist watch, the Inquisitor cursed the last hour. The pickup
crew would arrive on the docks any minute. They expected six shipping crates
filled with six dosed and unconscious women. Time for Plan C. The Inquisitor
returned to the warehouse front entrance and let out one long shrill whistle. A
couple minutes later Jougs and Vorant ran up to meet him.
“Any luck?”
Vorant asked.
“You hear two
long whistles?” the Inquisitor roared.
