Novel & Cerita Warehouse 13: Season 6

He just had to see it. Sebastian walked in carrying two cups of coffee. “You look like hell,” he said, setting one down. Alex didn’t respond. His eyes were locked on the screen. Sebastian sighed. “You slept?” “No.” “Of course not.” Alex finally turned slightly, his voice low. “Three warehouses in the dock district changed ownership last month.” Sebastian glanced at the screen. “Shell companies.” “Yes.” “And?” “One of them is empty.” “That’s normal.” Alex shook his head slowly.

I wearily got back into the SUV and fastened my seatbelt, dozing off as the warrior pulled into traffic. I woke up as we pulled in. The heavy garage door was opened for us and then slammed shut behind. I pressed my lips together. It was loud and there was no way that the neighbors didn’t know that something was going on. This warehouse had been silent for ten years and now there was a convoy of vehicles driving in and out of it. We needed to move, soon. I had no idea how big of an operation Chuck and Brandon had, but it wouldn’t take a whole lot of people to surround the warehouse and trap us. I didn’t like the situation. Jarrett gave me a huge bearhug when I got out of the car. “No

Marcus drove. Two security vehicles followed. The city blurred past the windows. Lena sat beside me, hands clasped tightly in her lap. I could feel the tension rolling off her. I reached across the space between us. She looked at my hand. Then took it. Neither of us said anything. Ten minutes later, Marcus spoke. “Vehicles have stopped.” “Where?” “Warehouse Twelve.” I looked ahead. The industrial district was almost empty. Old buildings stood between us and the harbor. “Any movement?”

“Be alert. We don’t know what to expect.” He smirked faintly. “When do we ever?” Soon, the SUV slowed to stop in front of a gate leading to the warehouse. We rolled through the gate, tires crunching against gravel. The sign on the side was half-broken, but I caught the writing… Estate 6. The driver finally killed the engine. Everyone got out in silence. I strapped my pistol to my belt, Leo loaded his own weapon beside me. “Let’s move,” I said, my voice low but firm.

"Have your team clear the dock. I want all twelve containers moved to our private warehouse within two hours." "It's already taken care of, Aria," Alexander answered, checking the dark harbor. "My men will keep a full guard around the warehouse until you finish moving everything into your system storage." "Good," I whispered, watching the heavy metal crate land on the back of the truck with a solid thud. Just as the heavy engine of the first transport truck started up, a sudden, sharp shaking ran through the ground right beneath our feet. It wasn't coming from the truck engine. It wasn't coming from the heavy crane either.

Fenris met them head-on, his rifle snapping off bursts that dropped three before they hit the ground. “Office level secured!” another team reported over comms. “Moving into the warehouse section!” We pushed forward. The warehouse was huge, rows of shipping containers stacked high. A guard popped up from behind one. Aurora shot him before he could pull the trigger. Another came from the right. I caught him mid-lunge, Dan finishing off the one behind him. “They’re falling back!” Fenris shouted. “Regrouping at the loading docks!” We gave chase through the maze of crates, stepping over bodies and shattered shells.

Someone had been here hours ago, maybe less. Nora’s flame flickered brighter, revealing a rough-hewn desk shoved against the far wall, parchment strewn across its surface. My hackles rose. Field desk. Organized. Not mercenary scrawl, but structured, housework. I stepped forward, sweeping the scattered sheets together with my clawed hand, the wood groaning under my weight. Nora leaned close, her fire curling along the edges to light the words. Manifests. Crates, quantities, destinations. Dragonsteel.

“Spill it.” “Same shit as the last three months. Another load’s gone missing. But we nabbed one of the bastards this time.” He paused, then added, “The problem is, he’s not talking. Took a hell of a beating, and still nothing.” My frown deepened. “I’ll be there.” I hung up and tossed my phone onto the seat, my knuckles white on the wheel. The warehouse warehouse was just at the edge of town, and despite how confidential the location was, some fucking idiots still managed to track the movement of our ‘goods’ and attack them.

he heard from the device she was holding. “Excellent. Stay put, we will be there in some minute” Viola smiled through the phone. “Least I forget, tell one of the men to get the bait before we arrive, it would be important for trading purposes” Viola further added before dropping the phone "Can you please keep me up to date with the issue at hand?" Lucifer pleaded. "I already briefed you; the warehouse is located inside a church. If they lay their hand on the weight of goods in the werehouse then the Russia China trading will be over"

And my favorite assault rifle, customized with my name engraved on the barrel. "Boss," Dimitri spoke carefully, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. "We got the location. They are heading to Sector 4, the old industrial harbor. Warehouse number 13. The one that was closed down ten years ago." My hands stopped moving. Warehouse 13. I knew that place very well. That was the place where Vladimir brought me when I was just a boy. That was where he taught me how to shoot. That was where he taught me how to kill without feeling remorse. That was where I became a man.