The harbor site where they went to bust a new distribution network was, in a word, a mess. It was all well and good that they crushed all the remnants, but the problem was that the last guy, desperate to survive, slammed the warehouse door shut from the outside and bolted it.

Only the sound of the splashing sea echoed dully beyond the closed massive iron door. Inside the dark and damp storage room, there was only the smell of stale dust, the scent of blood, and the heavy breathing of the two people.