Warehouse 13 Novels & Stories

What we really need is to install the tech devices. After the man disappeared from our sight, Kenzie immediately got into Finn's car to put the small device near the recliner and worked on his laptop. I peered inside and asked, "Are you done?" "Wait for a moment; I'm almost done," he beams. I nodded my head at his words and scanned the entire warehouse again. The warehouse is like a basic storage facility; the single-story building is about 10,000 square feet. And there's a dock on one side of the warehouse. I don’t know what kind of sh*t they’re doing.

Kal was distracted. The warehouse looked to be especially busy that evening, seeing as he'd been hauling large carton boxes almost twice his size into the delivery trucks that came and went without a break. The large warehouse was a very wide space tinted brownish red, and had boxes stacked one on top the other to make ten steps each of cosmetic products awaiting shipments to its left and right. The workers came and went time and time again, downing black overalls and matching hiking boots.

Wolfgang had told her that she had to act according to Jenna Marie's habit if she wanted to avoid suspicion. Selina put on a beautiful sexy body dress and left the house with her bag. Her essential job right now is to go out and spend money. --- Jenna Marie's mother is Adelia. She is over fifty years old but looks very trendy and youthful. It is possible to guess through the appearance of Jenna Marie, a beautiful and noble woman who is not easy to approach. “Jenna is out again?” The man who had just asked the butler was Willow. He is the father of Jenna Marie, and he is the chairman of the famous national corporation in the city. Although he has a lot of work, he always tries to spend time w

he murmured, his voice laced with sudden realization. "Exactly," Evie pressed, her confidence surging as she saw him following the logic effortlessly. She tapped the second red mark near the river docks. "The Old Port warehouse district—the exact sector where I was cornered under the iron bridge. Acquired by Vane & Cross Capital six weeks ago. It sits above the Western Keystone. The defunct water pump station in the East Ward? Acquired by Sylvan River Holdings. That is the Eastern Keystone."

Geeves was flanked by a younger woman holding a notepad and a senior engineer in a hard hat. “The audit looks promising, Mr Greeves,” Wren replied, her eyes already roaming about the environment. She saw the rows of shipping containers, cranes, and railway spurs leading right into the mouths of the warehouse. “I'm looking forward to seeing all we've got going on with our supply,” she said confidently. “Of course, of course. Right this way.” Greeves led them into the main warehouse. The space smelled of diesel, cool metal, concrete dust etcetera.

Lying. "See that building?" He pointed to a warehouse on the edge of town. "That's where Elder Marcus runs his shipping business. Half the cargo coming through there is legitimate. The other half is weapons, drugs, stolen goods. He's been doing it for thirty years and no one stops him because he's an elder. Untouchable."

WESLEY's POV The air smelled like rust and sweat, thick with the scent of salt from the nearby docks. I stood near the open bay door of the warehouse, watching the crates get loaded into a decoy truck. Each one labeled with outdated manifests and false shipping records—clean, untraceable, as always.

I didn’t like the way he looked at her. By the time I pulled up at the warehouse off Dock 4, the men were already waiting. I ran a tight ship, and that meant no one breathed unless I said so. I walked in, flanked by Lorenzo and Carlos. Inside, the long metal table was already set with the layout of our distribution zones across the ports. Black crates were stacked along the walls, each marked with white chalk, sorted by origin: Naples, Casablanca, Bogotá. Legit goods up front. The rest, concealed under codes only a few of us knew how to read.

Rain was still falling across the city, a steady, gray mist that hung over the murky, oil-slicked waters of the bay. Inside the climate-controlled interior of the vehicle, Harrison sat in the front passenger seat, monitoring a tactical tablet that displayed three glowing green blips silently encircling the perimeter of Warehouse 14. Alexander sat beside me in the backseat, wearing a sleek black earbud, his profile rigid and cold as sculpted stone in the dark. "Target warehouse is completely quiet, Mr. Vance," Harrison reported in a low, even voice. "We have eyes on two private security guards posted near the side loading entrance. Miller’s personal sedan is parked near the main loading dock.

he said and Zade got more upset. “I was too hard on her? I am trying to save her fucking life, everything I am doing, I am doing it for her.” he raised his voice at Charles. “Yes and I get that but why?” he asked and Zade ignored him and walked out of the room angrily. “This is where most of Zade’s business goes on. This part of the warehouse is where all the goods from the containers are stored. He has about five more warehouses but this is the biggest.” Lea said as she held Xalia's hand.