Tomas turns, surveying the surrounding rooftops, and seeing telltale glints, now that he looks. Someone knew they'd be coming. He'd surveyed the area, scoped it out, checked the security. Anyone using more than one of these buildings would need to have an in with port security... high level stuff. Smuggling things through one warehouse was entirely doable, setting up something this big, and stationing people across a range of buildings to cut off all avenues of escape and find sight lines... is not cartel style.
"Snipers!" he calls, taking a couple hits in his distraction, but managing to pull one of his attackers into the way to take a dart for him.
Huh, someone set them up, and isn't afraid to fire into the melee... because they're using knockout rounds. This is bad.
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