Adrenalin For Success

I hurried out and joined Keith who was talking to James.

"So, let's go over this. You'll be using the van we took from the apartment. There are two containers with fake powder inside. Each container weighs about eighty pounds. Once you get there you will unload the fake Anthrax. You two, Cyrus, and a couple of Swat guys will go up in the elevator to meet Grey. Then they will go back downstairs and make sure no one leaves or comes back in. Now, we have to make sure we have proof before we arrest him, so let him open the fake powder and when he goes to dump it apprehend him. Swat and the men we have replaced with security guards will storm in and take out any other guys."

"And we have gas masks?" I asked.

"Yes for both illusion and disguise."

"Good. You ready?" I turned to Keith as if I hadn't just talked to him a few minutes ago.

"Yeah."

"Be careful. We'll keep you up to speed by comm," James said.

"Right," Keith said. I followed him out of CTC and into the parking lot where the black van and two SWAT guys, Jake and Owen, were waiting. Jake, who looked to be in his early twenties, was tall and wide shouldered with reddish brown hair and hazel eyes. Owen, a middle-aged man was lean with sandy hair, and dark brown eyes.

Keith opened the doors and I climbed in. There were slat seats along both sides of the van. The containers that looked similar to the ones that were in the warehouse; were in the middle between the seats. The containers were about three feet long and a foot wide, and with eighty pounds of fake powder in each of them it wasn't going to be easy lifting or moving them. And with my injury it's going to be even harder. Cyrus was sitting down on the right hand side of the van, hands and ankles shackled. I sat on the opposite side of him and Keith climbed in and sat beside me. Jake shut the doors and ran to the passenger's door and hopped in. Owen started the van and drove off. It was dark, except for the streetlights, and quiet there hardly any cars on the road this late.