Marcus’s smile vanished. A guard ran in. “Vehicles approaching from the east.”

“How many?”

“We don’t know.”

The lights went out. A second later, emergency alarms screamed through the terminal. Victor had taken control of the electrical system. Steel security doors dropped between Marcus’s men, cutting them into isolated sections.

Sprinklers erupted, filling the corridors with icy water and confusion.

Rourke led the first team through a loading entrance. Adrian came in through the tunnel beneath the western dock, a route Marcus hadn’t known existed.