A steady stream of Spanish curses came out of the woman as she kicked a boulder with her steel-toed combat boot. Boots was a few hundred feet away, not wanting to step in the path of her wrath.
“The Head of Security will have my head for this!” Dora huffed, crunching the only piece of evidence that she had found that Swiper had lived here. A pair of blue gloves and matching mask.
“Surveillance had been watching this place since the fox came back with his last load of merchandise. No activity after he had gone here.” Benny mumbled.
“If you have something to say, right now is the perfect time to not say it.” Dora growled.
After minutes of muttering, Dora called Isa over. “You have any suggestions?”
Isa shrugged, her sharpened trowels strapped to her back lifting in sync, “We can have Tico bring some choppers and head back to base. Swiper had wiped this place clean before he left so there’s no point in staying.”
“Stay and find out how that fox escaped.” Dora said between clenched teeth and radioed Tico.