"Don't be such a bloody pessimist. It'll be fine." Hell, they might even get lucky and there'll be no security at all save for a locked gate and some kind of silent alarm. Not like every company under god's green earth was great at protecting their product and the middle man was usually the weakest link in any chain.

But he's not betting on it either.

Shoulder rounding from the cold, Charlie leads the way along the dark little street, looping straight back up the main thoroughfare they've just come. It's late enough, quiet enough and there's no cctv here to really discourage him from being less than subtle. Once they get back to their warehouse and the proper line of fence, he'll think about getting a little more creative. Right now, he says no problems with waltzing in the direction of the front door.