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The latch released with a soft click. Putting his tools away and scooping up the padlocks, he stepped through the door and pulled it closed behind him. After several deep breaths he brought his heart under control, during which Bryce hadn’t moved. He stood still listening, watching. Nothing indicated he had triggered a silent alarm or been noticed.
    Pale moonlight shone through the high set windows of the warehouse, highlighting the large crates stacked three high. Several shipping containers sat side by side at one end of the warehouse. The doors to the middle container were open, displaying the contents. Sticking to the shadows, Bryce moved slowly, methodically toward the open container. He pulled a small digital camera from his pocket, taking pictures as he went. Cartons were strewn across the floor, scattered in a chaotic pattern.
    He spent some time working in the quartermaster store while in the army. When a truck was unloaded everything was catalogued and put in its place. Stock was not left lying around unless— unless somebody was looking for something specific. He left the containers, slipped back into the shadows, and continued to prowl along the rows of crates.
    There, near the office, another padlocked door. After checking to be sure no guard lurked in the vicinity, he padded to the door. In seconds he had the lock open. He stepped through the door pulling it closed behind him. One small window opened out into the warehouse. Six wooden boxes, about four feet long sat against the far wall.
    The lid to the closest crate stuck fast as he tried to lift it. The lid to the second came away in his hands. Unable to see in the restricted light, Bryce used his phone to illuminate the contents.
    “Got ya.”
    He photographed the contents of the box and replaced the lid before trying the lids to the remaining boxes. They were still secured. After taking several photographs of the room, its contents and layout, Bryce slipped out and relocked the door behind him.
    Taking pains to remain in the shadows, he made his way back the way he’d come. The door remained closed just as he had left it. He paused and listened for any sounds from the alley. Satisfied he eased through the door, replaced the locks, ensuring they were as he found them, and walked away.

Chapter 3
     
    Penny’s right kneepad scraped the asphalt surface of the track. She held her line through the corner as the rear wheel slipped sideward. Her heart hammered as the bike bucked beneath her. She slid her weight back onto the seat and tucked herself behind the faring with her elbows close and rolled open the throttle. The bike launched like a rocket as she accelerated hard down the back straight. The throttle hit the wide open stop. Sweat ran down the side of her face as she peered through the screen. She closed the gap between them until there was less than a foot between her wheel and the rear wheel of the bike in front.
    BP Corner came quickly. She waited, poised, watching. The rider in front sat up from behind his screen, and Penny pounced. She pushed down on the right handle bar, and her bike dove into the corner. The handle bars shuddered as she rolled off the throttle, and her bike dropped deeper into the corner. She ducked beneath the bike in front and shot past as they both entered the corner. The rear wheel skipped as she moved off the seat, shifting her weight onto the right foot peg. Her right knee scraped as she guided the bike through the apex of the corner, where she opened the throttle and accelerated aggressively into the short straight.
    Penny set herself to enter the next corner. Focusing, she picked the line which would take her though the corner smoothly and quickly and shifted her weight onto the left foot peg. A bike sat just off her right shoulder, paused for a moment, keeping pace with her, and then flashed past and dropped in front of her. The brake light lit up, and the bike slowed quickly, too quickly. Instinctively Penny pushed into