The minutes dragged, each second stretching out like an eternity as they waited for the plan to come to fruition. Suddenly, distant footsteps echoed down the corridor, growing louder with each passing moment. Jason’s heartbeat quickened, knowing they were closing in on their target.
At last, five men came into view, each dressed plainly in khaki pants and neutral-colored shirts, their movements cautious yet purposeful. The heavy accents in their whispers betrayed their excitement. “We’ve finally made it,” one murmured with a grin, his gaze fixed on the crates.