Collins adjusted his clothing and glasses one final time. He took a deep breath, looked around and asked, "Ready?"

Swartz nodded and stepped behind Collins. Collins moved cautiously several yards. He stopped, turned and motioned. He believed the address was directly in front of them. He bent down and took a handful of moist dirt. Swartz did the same. They smeared the dirt on their faces and hands. Adjusting their night vision glasses in place, they moved forward. A ten-foot high wire security fence completely encircled the warehouse grounds. At first glance, the fence posed a huge obstacle. They separated to locate an entrance, making hand signals to one another as they moved.

Silently, they made their way around the fence toward an open makeshift gate. Stopping for a moment, they listened to the night. Nothing stirred. Suddenly, Collins stopped and cried out in a penetrating whisper, "Here! Over here!" The beam of Swartz's flashlight swung around trying to find Collins. He called, "What is it?" and ran toward the light. They stood rigid with their eyes fixed on Collins's light. It was shining on the wooden pillars that supported the building. As Collins held the beam of his flashlight on the spot, Swartz moved his light up and down the framework. Halfway up the support, two rafters crossed each other forming the shape of a cross. It was here that they saw what they had been dreading.