The wind was howling and rain spattered on the loading dock-it should have been protected, but you can't do everything-as Mannheim briskly made his way up the metal steps. The large sliding door was locked, but he still had the magnetized card that clicked it open. A button on the wall started it moving along the rollers… just enough to slide through… there, he was in.
Inside was a long hallway cluttered with various crates- either just delivered or ready to be removed, he was not sure -and he had to feel his way along, not wanting to risk turning on the lights.
For an instant, as he stumbled among the sharp corners, he really felt his age. This was not something for a retired engineering professor to be muddling with. He should be back in Cambridge growing orchids in his greenhouse. What in blazes was he doing…?
Then he noticed the light emerging from under one of the doors, and as he stepped closer, he heard two voices. One of them belonged to the man who had saved him, Michael Vance. The other… the other had to be one of the terrorists. Now what?