Only moments after Farris cleared him Garrett was inside the facility. He checked around him, making sure everything was as secure as Farris had said. He didn't trust trust anyone's judgment other than his when it came to safety. He unholstered his .32 caliber Webley revolver and wove his way through the towers of crates in the room, some even reaching the room. Some had fallen during the fight, and had spilt their innards out onto the floor. Ammunition, firearms, grenades, and electronic warfare devices sat strewn everywhere. Garrett went over and retrieved one of the rifles, an Israeli Galil, and shouldered it. He grabbed up a couple mags worth of ammo and placed them in a bag he found. None of the Bureau's military said anything about it. They were used to Garrett keeping weapons from raids.

Garrett rounded a corner a few minutes into his exploration and found two tech officers kneeling before a massive projector in the center of a large clearing. He looked up and saw it was projecting a massive hologram of Earth. The planet spun slowly, and was intersected by red lines crossing from one continent to another. As he watched, the hologram spun to their location. A red line was leaving the facility area and was headed north.

Garrett holstered his revolver and stepped forward. "They knew we were coming. We aren't going to find the trident here." He watched as the hologram continued to rotate, and he started to make connections. What they saw was a representation of air traffic around the globe, or at least part of it. He grabbed his radio and called up Walcott.

"Boss, weren't we going to send out one of our artifacts to the London facility today?"

After a few moments of silence, Garrett got his reply. "Yeah, we did. It should be halfway there."

Garrett shook his head. "Hold on for a moment." He walked around the hologram until the Atlantic Ocean was dead center above him. He saw a trail headed from Manhattan, on a route directly towards London. "This is not good," he murmured. He pressed the call button again.

"Boss, we're  in trouble. Apparently our shipment is being tracked, as is every other one around the globe."

Walcott cursed. "How? That was supposed to be a top secret flight. No one but us and the destination facility knew about the shipment."

"Seems like they knew more than they were supposed to. That's not all. I think I found a map of every artifact that is currently known and in transit. Whoever we are dealing with, they've got a bigger operation than we first suspected."

Garrett heard footsteps behind him and he turned around to see who it was. It was Nathan McCoy, finally recovered from his flight, and Alice Weaver.

"Alice, Nathan. Any idea on what we are looking at? I'll give you a clue. It's big, and it involved a world-wide network of artifact smuggling."