Midnight on a moonless night. It couldn't possibly get any darker. The power to the street lamps had been cut. Two Opel Blitz trucks show up, each painted jet black with no markings or number tags. Muffled engines and idle speed ensured that there was very little sound. Shadowy forms emerge from the back of the trucks; everyone was dressed in black and wearing gumsole shoes. Most of them set up a secure perimeter around Starchuck's. A specialty team came out and swept for bugs, mines and IEDs. Another team checked the electrical and other utilities -- no sabotage from G/K Worldwide. A secure radio transmission went out.
A second convoy, heavily escorted, came down the road. The third and fourth vehicles carried the "herbal" tea. They were also blast-proofed and well armoured. Backing up to the loading dock, they quickly and efficiently unloaded the precious cargo and stowed it in the sub-basement bunker. Alarms were set in preparation for the grand opening. Guards were posted. Then, the convoys both departed, again, quietly and under extreme blackout restrictions.
G/K Worldwide will be furious that they've missed all the fun.
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