"How many men," Dom asked, jogging to keep pace with Grant across the parking lot."I don't know yet," Grant said. "Doesn't matter.""It matters plenty if it's fifteen against four.""It matters less than you think." Grant reached the truck and climbed in. "A hundred against one only works if the one doesn't know the warehouse better than they do. I've read every shipment that's ever moved through fourteen. I know where the blind spots are. Marchetti's men don't."Reggie swung into the passenger seat, a tire iron across his lap he hadn't bothered to hide. "I called six guys. Three are already headed there. Rest couldn't make it in time.""Three's enough," Grant said. "We're not storming the place. We're outthinking it."Piper's voice came through the phone on speaker, tight with fear she was trying not to let show. "Tasha's not answering. Neither is Brannigan.""Keep trying both," Grant said. "If either calls back, patch them straight to me."The drive to the docks took eleven minutes