“There it is,” he said, pointing to what looked like a stolen real estate sign painted over with the words Auto Repair. They pulled over 50 meters up. As they slid out of the vehicle, Nir said, “Doron, light.”

Doron’s pistol popped, and the streetlight above them went out.

“Sound off,” Nir said, making sure everyone was ready with their designation.

“One,” Yaron said.

“Two,” Doron added.

Dima followed with “Three.”

Imri, as the new guy, was designated last. “Four.”

“On me,” Nir said, and they set off up the road. There was open space around them, although just a block to their right was the busy FM 521 Road. Reaching the property line, they skirted the long drive. Up ahead was a metal building with a large roll-up door and a small standard door next to it. One large spotlight was mounted to the apex of the roof, shining down on the driveway.

Nir pointed to his eyes, reminding his team to be on the lookout. If these guys were involved in drugs and this was an auto theft chop-shop, there was no telling what sorts of weapons might be inside. With handguns pointed toward the ground, they fanned out alongside the entrance.

Nir tried the door. Locked. He pointed to Doron, who came forward and knelt in front of it. Inserting a device into the lock, he began flicking it. Twenty seconds later, he gently turned the handle, gave the door a slight push, and then stepped back.

Nir eased open the door and slid in, then stepped forward to make room for the rest of the men. At least eight cars in various states of disassembly sat inside, plus a number of roll-away toolboxes and several engine hoists. Around a corner to the left, Nir could hear voices.

He pointed for Doron and Yaron to clear the rest of the building, and Imri and Dima followed him. He inched forward and peeked around the corner. A massive television hung on a wall, and a First Person Shooter game played on the screen. Sitting on a torn and greasy-looking couch in front of the TV were three men in coveralls, each holding a controller. They were laughing and swearing at one another, and on a table in front of them sat at least three dozen beer cans—no doubt empty—various bongs and pipes, and a large bag of what looked to Nir to be weed. He also saw three handguns and an AR-15 painted jungle camouflage.

Lifting his hand, he pointed for Dima to take the far guy and Imri to take the one in the middle. Then raising his gun, Nir fired a suppressed round into the center of the television.