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Munroe was sat in the driver seat of his mustang, the shotgun on his lap. he had backtracked to the place Black had shot him, and had spent the night watching the warehouses nearby. He had been there three of four hours now and seen nothing of consequence apart from a few 4x4's moving in and out of one warehouse. It was starting to really bug him. Harry hadn't answered his phone all day and Jason was on call on some special operation and couldn't be reached. There had been no word from his former squad mates, and without back-up he wasn't going near Black. Despite his all-consuming desire to avenge his little brother, he didn't want to end up in the grave next to him.

Perhaps it was time to call it a night. He turned the key in the ignition and dropped the shotgun into the footwell. He pulled the car away from the curb and made a final loop of the block, lingering beside one of the warehouses. As he past the last one in the row, he noticed the side door was slightly ajar. Unusal behavior for any self-respecting trader in this district of new york, where anything not nailed to the floor dissapeared like the morning mist, Munroe exited the car, hand close to the .45 in his waistband. He checked the inside of the door frame for trip wires, finding none, he pushed the door gently and slid inside. The interior of the warehouse was pitch black. Munroe pulled a mini-maglight from his pocket and switched it on, revealing piles of dusty crates and a couple of wrecked old cars, propped up on breeze-blocks.

Weeving his way through the crates, stopping periodically to check for alarms and prssure pads, Munroe arrived at the rear of the warehouse. Shining his maglight around he spotted a large hatch cover protruding at an angle from the floor. It was partially hidden by the crates stacked up around it so anyone making a cursory inspection of the warehouse wouldn't spot it. A thin strip of light gleemed at the join between the doors. as he peered down through the gap, he neglected to check his surroundings, so when the cold steel of a gun barrel was placed to the base of his skull. it came as quite a suprise.