Greg had taken the lead on weapons and gear, ensuring we had everything necessary for both offense and defense. Vince handled the tech—hacking into the airstrip's security systems, rerouting cameras, and setting up failsafe options in case things went south.
I focused on strategy, studying every possible entry and exit point. The airstrip was heavily guarded, with patrols rotating every ten minutes and security checkpoints at every major access point. It wasn't going to be easy.
"Alright," I said, gathering them around the table where we had spread out the blueprints of the airstrip. "We have one shot at this. The shipment arrives at 11:45 p.m. We need to be in place before then."
Greg traced his finger along the outer perimeter. "There's a blind spot here, near the maintenance hangar. If we can get through without being seen, we'll be able to get closer to the containers."
