The cold air mixed with an almond scent hit him in the face, and the filter on Rodriguez's gas mask immediately began to work. Twenty black metal cans were neatly lined up on the refrigeration rack.
"These are the ones!" He shone a UV light on them, and fluorescent markings instantly appeared on the canisters, "Black Death aerosol, stored under high pressure. If it leaks..."
He hadn't finished speaking when suddenly the roar of an RPG rocket launcher sounded outside the warehouse.
A rocket pierced the tin roof and exploded at the entrance of the cold storage room. Flames instantly licked the metal cans, Rodriguez roared and rushed forward, using his body to shield the can closest to the explosion point, the scorching blast wave singeing his tactical vest.
"Retreat! Evacuate with the samples!"
