The fog was rolling in from the sea, the pier was vacant and only a few street lamps lit the scene. Around several shipping containers scurried a few rats, they seemed to gravitate towards one particular container that was rusty red with some old blue paint on it. The puddles on the pavement reflected the light from the street lamps and illuminated the containers more from below than from above. In the light, some faint numbers or letters revealed a company name. A pair of black men’s shoes clicked through the pavement, the steps echoed around the containers. The man was wearing an expensive, tailored suit. As he reached the container he was looking for he let down a large bolt cutter he had leaning on his shoulder. He lifted it and cut the lock to the container. One of the doors creaked o
