Marco moves closer. "Do we abort?"
"Not yet. We need measurements. We need to confirm the tunnel connects where Angelica said it does. And then we'll hire a hacker to make sure we can get into this. Or we have to call it off."
I pull out the thermal scanner and activate it.
The screen displays a false reading that looks like we're checking for heat leaks in the walls.
Anyone watching the camera feed will see contractors doing legitimate work.
I move the device along the floor and walls while Rico uses a tape measure to record distances.
The ceiling clearance is low.
Maybe two meters at most.
The tunnel width appears narrow based on the grate dimensions.
This isn't a route designed for moving large shipments.
This is a path for small loads or people.
But that works in our favor.
We don't need to move bulk product.
We need to move enough to satisfy the Turks’ reservations that we can deliver.
"Do we go down?" Rico asks, but I look at the camera again.
Whoever's watching doesn't know we're here yet.
Going into the tunnel will trigger a response.
Antonelli will send people to intercept us or to seal the route.
We can't risk exposing the plan before we're ready to execute.
"No. We have what we need. Mark the distance and let's leave."
Rico uses a piece of chalk to make a small mark on the wall that looks like a maintenance notation.
Then we seal the hole and gather our equipment and walk back through the kitchen.
The staff ignores us again and we exit through the rear door and circle around to the van.
Once inside, I pull off the coveralls and toss them in the back.
Rico starts the engine and drives away from the club at a normal speed.
Nothing that would draw attention.
"The tunnel exists," I say. "It's being monitored but it is usable." Inside I'm feeling chuffed. Angelica was right, and her intel might just save us yet. "We'll just have to do a micro load."
Rico glances at me. "How small is micro?"
"Small enough to carry by hand. Five kilos at most per man, two to three men. Enough to prove we have control of a supply line."
"Will that satisfy him?"
