Not a person.
A road.
A newly constructed, unrecorded dirt road hidden deep in the rainforest. The surface is compacted, wide enough for heavy trucks to pass. There're fresh tire tracks, deep treads—heavy load.
Casare crouches in the bushes by the roadside, scanning the surroundings with a thermal imager.
No ambush.
The owner of this road is confident, confident enough to not need defenses.
Or rather, the goods on this road are enough to make anyone think twice about plundering.
"Captain," a soldier whispers, "Two hundred meters ahead, there's a man-made structure."
Casare makes a gesture. The team splits in two, approaching the target silently, like water seeping into sand.
The structure is a makeshift warehouse, tin roof, wooden structure, recently built. There are no sentries around, just two parked heavy trucks, their beds covered with canvases.
Casare waits until the drones confirm there's no ambush behind the warehouse before moving his team next to the trucks.
