Maybe they were dealing with only a handful of men who were so busy chasing down the rogue trainer who’d snapped one tango’s neck that they hadn’t had time to search the outbuildings.

“If those cans are full, we’ll take what we can carry and move the rest out of view of the windows.”

Huang nodded.

The doorknob lock was basic and only took a minute for Huang to pick while Chris watched his six. In moments, they were inside, gazing at the wealth of tools through NVGs that lit everything in shades of green.

Chris’s father would love this shop. Hell, he was half in love himself and he wasn’t even a woodworker. One whole section was devoted to clamps of all shapes and sizes, meticulously organized and waiting for the next project. He’d salivate another time. They needed weapons.

He made a beeline for the row of jerry cans and picked up a metal jug. Heavy.

A good sign.

He unscrewed the top and took a whiff as Huang did the same with another can. “Yep. Gasoline.”

“Diesel would be better, but I’m not gonna be picky,” Huang said.

Yeah. Diesel would be too much to hope for. There was probably some in the lodge maintenance room, but that was near the heart of the complex and likely under surveillance.

Chris studied the row of fuel cans, noting the two smaller containers labeled “Two-Stroke” in black marker. It was probably fuel for the different-sized chainsaws that hung on the wall. Looked like someone did chainsaw art.

“I wish we could fill up a wheelbarrow and haul everything back to the team.”

Chris wished the same thing. Instead, he pointed to a door in the back corner and said, “Let’s see if we can hide the gas cans in there.”

Behind the door was a large storage room full of cleaning supplies, broken tools, and other junk. Not nearly so organized as the main woodshop, which was more like a showroom. After moving the containers, Chris switched his focus to the cabinets and shelves. What gifts did they have to offer?

He popped the lock on a tall metal cabinet, and the door swung wide to reveal an assortment of power tools…and an old rifle with bayonet attached.

He studied the gun. Vietnam era.

Mock had said the body they found by the yurt had a tattoo on his forearm that indicated the dead guy had served in Nam.

Was this the victim’s shop? His rifle?

And, even more important, would he find ammunition in one of these cupboards or drawers?