#19: Perimeter Patrol.

Moving swiftly and silently, Drake approached the scrapyard and began circling the perimeter, keeping low to avoid detection. The old cars, trucks and vans piled up along the fence prevented him from getting a good look inside.

Ahead of him, he could make out the tell-tale orange glow of a lit cigarette. Drawing a bead on the light, he squeezed the trigger.
There was a muffled “pft-pft” sound, followed by a faint groan and thud as the darts hit their mark.

He moved over to the guard and rolled him over into the recovery position.  A second guard came around the corner. He and Drake saw each-other and raised their guns simultaneously. Something swished through the air and struck the Marauder on the back of the neck, knocking him down. Drake plugged him, just in case. A figure dressed in a black jumpsuit and wearing night-vision goggles materialized out of the darkness.

“I thought you didn’t want to get involved,” said Drake, walking over to the fence and beginning to work on it with a pair of bolt cutters.

“And let you have all the fun?” replied Jake, pulling off the goggles and picking up the kunai he had thrown.

“What about Lola?”

“We’re not married just yet, so she doesn’t have to know RIGHT now. I’ll make it up to her later.”

The brothers slipped through the hole in the fence and crept over a pile of rusty, broken down vehicles. Suddenly, the scrapyard flooded with light, pinning them under the intense beams, exposing them to the gang members surrounding them.

“Drat,” they said in unison.