Summer had not yet arrived in all it"s wonderful humidity so the morning was bright and clear with a light breeze. One of the gate guards was signing in a UPS truck when he glimpsed three black vehicles pull up behind the delivery driver. "Hey Mack, can you call up to the guild hall building and ask a, um, Cally Wotan to come to the front to collect her boxes?" The guard nodded his affirmative while pressing a b.u.t.ton on his vest that would signal the main security office they had unexpected company."Sure, no problem. Did Miss Cally order a lot?" "And how. I have three giant parcels, one that"s big and flat like a painting as well as several smaller ones. I have no clue what those three might be but she"ll need help getting them in the building after I use the lift to get them down out of the truck."
The guard handed the manifest back to the driver and said, "No worries there are always plenty of people at the main building. I"ll call up there now." The UPS driver was very familiar with Clan Home and needed no further instructions. The Guard used his Bluetooth to make a call to Cally. "Miss Cally this is Warren down at the main gate. I just pa.s.sed a loaded down UPS truck in that has stuff for you. Can you come out to meet him?" The loud squeal was deafening. Warren jerked the phone away from his head. "SWEEET! Thanks!"
Shaking his head he put away his phone. He was being deliberately slow. This was to give other security people time to join him. Just the vehicles alone was enough to tell him he was about to have to deal with government types. This was so above his pay grade. He approached the first dark sedan and simply held up a hand stopping the driver from speaking as he walked around and seemingly made a note of the license plate. He continued on to the next sedan making note of the license plates of it and a van that rounded up the group. Warren made sure to get visuals of everyone he could see in the cars and van.
Coming back up to the lead vehicle he tapped on the pa.s.senger window. A stern looking woman with a rather short haircut handed him what appeared to be court doc.u.ments after flashing her FBI badge. "I am FBI Agent Charlene Winstead. We have a search warrant for Clan Home. Please inform the owners."
Warren gave a short laugh, "Huh? Lady, you got more people coming with you? Like a bunch more that ain"t here yet?" Agent Winstead c.o.c.ked her head to the side. "What do you mean?" Luckily at this moment Marcus and the on call Clan Home lawyer arrived in club cars on the other side of the gate. The lawyer walked up and took the search warrant from Warren and after flipping through the pages asked, "What is this about?"
Stepping out of the car Agent Winstead in turn asked,"And you are?" "Sorry sorry. I"m James Holmes. A lawyer For Clan Home." Complicated expressions pa.s.sed quickly on the female FBI agent"s face. This was going to be more complicated than they antic.i.p.ated. Marcus took this moment to ask Warren to get a map of Clan home from the security shack. The lawyer pa.s.sed the warrant over to Marcus. "Agent, this warrant is not worth the paper it"s written on. There are approximately 243 separate buildings on the property of Clan Home. A blanket search warrant is not possible. It would be like trying to get a search warrant for a small town."
The lawyer asked again, "Look Agent, if you would just tell us what this is about maybe we can help you out and prevent your having to try all this again later." Receiving the map showing the inhabited area of Clan Home she realized she and her crew were going to waste the entire day because of bad Intel. She decided to give away some information and hope for the best. "We are members of a rapid deployment Art Crime Team with the FBI. We were contacted by Sotheby"s auction house about a possible looted 13th century crown."