There was definitely more than one. I heard the beeping sound of a vehicle being backed up to one of the loading docks and then the dock door being opened. I stepped behind some of the chicken cages and tried to make myself as inconspicuous as possible. There were four of them. They were dressed in dishdasha, an ankle length white shirt like garment and aba’s a long cloak. The leader wore a checkered kaffyieh or scarf, that covered his face. He tossed a set of keys to one of the others and directed him to open one of the refrigerators. The padlock was swiftly removed and the men started bringing boxes out. They bore the inscription “Property of the US Army” and “CBRN” I also saw some smaller boxes labled “M50”.

Within three minutes they had loaded up a van and resealed the refrigerator. The loading dock door was brought down and they left via the rear door, turning off the light as the left.

I rushed out the front and jumped into my car. I could just see the tail lights as they left the lot.