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All sorts of cargo crates stacked up against each other, a company branding inscribed on each one, alongside bold numbers. Some paid heavy lifters had just delivered the last crate, at a deserted warehouse.
"Let's go grab a beer, there's this new place downtown." A voice in the distance said, shutting the back of the van that was used in the delivery. The sound of the engine starting was slowly replaced by the sound of metal clanging against the floor.
In a few moments, all that was left was the smoke from the exhaust of the van and the dust that followed it. The warehouse stood idly, but not for very long, a shadow was casted upon it's front door. A silhouette of a man holding a crow bar in his right hand.
"Lock code?." He said under his breath, staring at the security measure planted on the door.
{I didn't think this through, it's time to throw tactical reasoning out the window then.} He reasoned, tossing the crow bar aside.