Makings Of A Rogue

chapter 24

People didn't scare Alane she had seen alot , but this guy did, he was a monster in the flesh, she could feel it. He glanced at the two of them his eyes moving up and down their frame, seeming to be satisfied with his assesment he proceeded to open the door but only wide enough for them to squeeze through, then slamming it closed and locking it after them, he then moved to couch placed strategically next to the door and sat there, unmoving his eyes blank.
Kevin didn't seem concerned or bothered by the guy as he led her through a dark hallway but Alane kept glancing back to make sure Mr monster wasn't following, it was a very long walk if you asked her, though it took them like a min to come out the other end through another door.
Alane couldn't catch a break it seemed, she was now greeted by a sight that surprised her and not in a good way, they were now In a place that the Americans like calling a 'trap house'.
In all her time in law inforcment she hadn't been to one as huge as this one both in structure and in operation, to start guns covered the place wall to wall locked inside steel cages, behind blast resistant glass, the amount of fire power in there could easily be enough for an army, and the funny thing was, they all had a price tag elegantly attached to them in small red papers on a string, in gothic something print.
Every type, brand or style was represented, which was disturbing coz it ment these were for display purposes there were more where they came from.
Below the cages came the accessories, bullets, grenades and was that a rocket launcher. To top it off there were menicans strategically placed all around displaying bullet proof vests, face masks and army gear.
The show wasn't over yet, at the middle of the room of the surprisingly spacious place, she would later learn they owned the whole building and the next, which were actually apartment buildings modified to warehouses, they looked normal on the outside but they hid secrets only known to a choosen few and I guess Alane now.
There were huge metal tables covered in transparent heavy-duty plastic paper sheeting, arranged in a straight line.
An assembly line for the cutting, weighing and packing of cocaine. And as tradition holds it was manned by naked people, mostly women in gloves and face masks. The number of complete product and the speed they went on with it was staggering, they were clearly experienced meaning they had been doing this for a while, years maybe, and this was only the ground floor, she could bet her life this was just a small part of what was going on in the two buildings, there was more much much more.
She couldnt beleive she was still in England maybe she was dreaming, last time she checked this was London, for Godsakes scotland yard was a few blocks away. This operation was soo big she wondered how anyone had missed it, her included.