The Hancock dock

The dock is quiet since its late at night. Only a few people wondered about unloading from a truck. Outside a normal warehouse filled with pallets . Men were organizing and running about. In the far corner of the dim lit warehouse. The second in command is grumbling, his fine Italian shoes clicked on the pavement.Men were screaming for their lives. His stride calm yet elegant. He runs his fingers run through his hair. Some merchandise is missing and the boss is not gonna like it at all. He pulls out his cellphone. Dials the boss's number. His second in command stood in front of the man was on security as well as his partners for the night. They were lined up on their knees and hands behind their heads. Yea boss , we have an issue. I know you are not in the mood to deal with this. He takes a breath. He is screaming ....I will get the information. The second in command yells to the goon. Hit them till they give the information. The noise of the men working and the ships reaching the port late that night. Canceled out the screams. Second in command held a gun to the back of the head of the head of security. Alright spill who did you let in? He cocks the gun. The guy sweats and starts to stutter. I-i got paid and let them in.