Gunshots startled Sam, who’d been stuck all night in an unbearably hot, cramped attic space above the production floor. The short burst of automatic fire wasn’t unexpected and he knew from experience what it sounded and felt like, but the percussion shakes a man’s bones no matter how often he’s heard it. Sam didn’t notice any return fire, and hoped that was good news. Maybe what he just hear had been warning shots immediately heeded by whoever had illegally entered the facility.
What about return fire from security officers?
Everything might be okay or it could just as easily become the worst scenario he’d been paid to prevent. Perhaps nobody remained alive to return fire.
Sam crouched on a box, listening intently. From the catwalk he’d chosen to do his surveillance, he could see through the edges of the light fixtures into the rooms below, where throughout the night a technician occasionally checked the many rows of growing cannabis plants. It wasn’t the perfect vantage point because he couldn’t see the vault or entrance doors, but since the attic was situated above a small portion of the facility it was the best he could do without anyone knowing he was there.
The temperature required for the plants to thrive along with the summer heat had made the waiting exceedingly unpleasant, but with what was at stake, Sam did not mind.
Suddenly, he heard shouting from multiple voices coming from an adjacent room. He couldn’t hear what was being said, but he knew that it must be related to why he’d been there all night, staking out a mystery. He had to move immediately and join the fray.
About the Author
Brian Laslow (a pen name for obvious reasons) has over 25 years of experience in the security field and holds multiple certifications. Since 2001, he has been an independent security consultant providing risk assessment, system design, project management, and ongoing security management services for a wide range of commercial, industrial, and government clients. The Marijuana Project is his debut novel.