"Here we are," Phil announced as he piloted the Hummer down the pier to the waiting freighter. Grissom was riding shotgun, with Charlene in the back seat and Priest occupying a sizable portion of the cargo area.
"I still want to know what it is that we're picking up," Grissom said.
"You'll find out," Phil said, grinning.
Grissom looked out the window. "I don't like surprises."
Phil stopped the Hummer and jumped out, the others close behind. He approached the harbormaster and presented his ID. Grissom, Charlene, and Priest followed at a distance as the harbormaster led Phil to a loading zone, where a crane was lowering one of several identical shipping containers to the ground.
Phil walked up to the container as it touched down on the pier. He picked up a crowbar and began working on the door of the heavy steel containers.
"This might take a while," Charlene muttered to Grissom as Phil struggled with the heavy door. Grissom nodded but didn't say anything. He was sure Phil had heard what Charley had said, one way or another.
Finally, Priest stepped forward without a word. He held out his massive hand and accepted the crowbar from Phil. Priest wedged the crowbar behind the metal hinge of the door. With one tug on the crowbar, the huge man wrenched the door from the container, letting it clatter to the ground noisily, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Phil stepped into the container, his eyes fixed on something the others couldn't see.
"What is it?" Charley asked.
"Damned if I know," Grissom replied.
The dust finally cleared, and the mercenary peered into the shipping container. His eyes widened.
"It's a... it's a bloody auto." He turned to Charlene. "This man had an auto sent all the way out here!"
"Not just one," Phil said as he emerged from the container.
"What's all this?" Grissom demanded.
"I thought you'd never ask," Phil said with a smile.
