Free The Massacre Mechanism (The Downwinders Book 5) by Michael Richan Page B

got
back into the Jeep, which Winn had parked a block away from the office of St.
George Moving and Storage.
    “Well?”
Daniel asked from the back seat.
    Awan handed Winn
a brochure. “Cameras everywhere,” Awan replied. “They really want you to think
it’s secure.”
    “What about
guards?” Winn asked.
    “No one in
the office after hours,” Awan replied, “but a security guard does patrol the
place in a golf cart. Who knows what his routine might be.”
    “And then
there’s the issue of getting in,” Daniel observed. “Huge fence all the way
around, as far as I can tell.”
    “The code to
the front gate is on the brochure,” Awan said, pointing to the papers in Winn’s
hand.
    “What?” Winn
asked, looking through them. A five digit code appeared in ink at the bottom of
a contract.
    “I rented a
space,” Awan said. “Number 140.”
    Winn stared
at Awan in disbelief. “You did not!”
    “I did,”
Awan replied. “I asked for a map of the place so I could pick a spot I liked. 140
was open.”
    “Right next
door?” Daniel asked.
    “I suggest
we drive inside and see what the wall between our unit and number 139 is made
of,” Awan replied.
    Winn let out
a hoot and raised his hand to high-five Awan, who returned the gesture with a
calm nonchalance. Winn started up the Jeep and they pulled toward the front
gate of the facility.
    “How much
did it cost you?” Winn asked.
    “A hundred,”
Awan replied.
    “I’ll pay
you back,” Winn said.
    “No need,”
Awan answered.
    Winn stopped
the Jeep at a keypad and punched in the code. The large black iron gate in
front of them began to slide open.
    Once inside,
he maneuvered through the rows of storage units, following Awan’s directions.
Soon they arrived in front of number 140, and Winn parked the Jeep.
    They got
out, looking over at unit 139. A large padlock hung from the unit’s door.
    Awan grabbed
the handle to 140 and raised the rolling door into the ceiling. A large ten by
ten storage space was exposed, empty except for a shiny nickel on the ground in
the middle of the cement.
    Winn looked
down at the nickel and decided not to pick it up.
    Awan walked
to the wall that bordered 139 and knocked on it. “Simple sheetrock,” Awan
observed. “Unpainted. This should be easy.”
    “What are
you thinking?” Winn asked.
    “We take off
this entire piece of sheetrock,” Awan said. “That’ll expose the studs. We punch
a hole to get through. When we’re done, we’ll reattach a new piece of sheetrock
on this side.”
    “What about
the hole on the other side?” Daniel asked.
    “We’ll
arrange things so that it appears it was damaged from that side,” Awan replied.
“Like a piece of furniture fell into it; something like that.”
    “Sounds
risky,” Daniel replied.
    “But worth
the risk,” Winn answered. “Let’s do it.”
    “Did you
rent this space under your name?” Daniel asked Awan.
    “Of course
not,” he replied. “Paid cash. And if you ruin their camera feeds from today, I
think that should cover our tracks well enough. They’re likely to not discover
the damage on the other side for a while.”
    “That’s good
enough for me,” Winn said.
    “Let’s go
rent a truck,” Awan replied. “We’ll need to stop by a hardware store and pick
up tools and the sheetrock. It’ll never fit in your Jeep.”
    “This is
getting expensive,” Winn replied as he stepped out of the storage space and
waited for the others to exit so he could pull down the door.
    “Another
hundred bucks, tops,” Awan said.
    Winn scanned
up and down the storage units, looking for anyone who might have seen them. It
was noon, and the sun was beating down. No one else was around.
    “Too hot for
people to be out,” Winn observed. “That’s to our advantage.”
    “They’ll
start showing up after work, when the sun starts to go down,” Awan replied.
“The faster we do this, the better.”
    Winn started
up the Jeep and they left for the hardware