It was a cool night as Catherine's elegant car came close to the area. She turned off the ignition, and her heartbeat began racing against her chest. She glanced at the warehouse entrance, holding on tightly to an envelope of cash and documents.
"That Natasha again!" Catherine muttered, looking into the rearview mirror. "She never seems satisfied with what she gets!"
Catherine got out of the car, her feet sinking into the pebbles. She did not notice the two SUVs parked behind the huge stacks of shipping containers. She did not even notice Marek and Silas observing her movements from above through their thermal scopes.
At the warehouse, Marek wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. He then turned to the bruised Natasha that trembled on her seat.
"The girl is here," whispered Marek into his walkie-talkie. "We should just keep quiet until we have the girl. The information she will give us will make us very rich."
