Take a look at the mission files.

Before Lana could catch him staring, August decided to move his attention to the mission files. Slowly, he read through them. It would be important to know as much about their task as possible. It seemed simple enough, but still - he was a professional. He could tell that Lana appreciated that same professionalism as well, as she was used to Sterling who liked to pretend like he couldn't read when it came to the mission files. Apparently, they were going to look into some narcotics operation down at the docks. It was unclear who or what, but ISIS had accepted an assignment from the DEA. They got this information from one of their sources. It was their job to sneak inside of the warehouse and plant a tracker on one of the containers so the end location could be found. Could be a cartel or just a major player in the **** game...

After driving for over half an hour, the two secret agents had finally arrived at the warehouse. It appeared that the security detail was more active than either of them had expected. Armed, too. They’d need to be stealthy about their entry and exit. A shootout would be too risky. More of a test this way, they joked. The sense of camaraderie felt nice; by now, Lana normally would have been chewing Archer’s head off. Maybe twice.

Decked with night vision, cables, scanners, and handguns, Lana and August made swift work of boarding the ship and moving through it without arousing alarm. They’d proven a good, if not great team. Always in sync, maybe even too much so. Lana didn’t expect someone could be on her wavelength so much, especially in his first time working with her. She noticed immediately how confidently August moved, silent, efficient, and even deadly. He incapacitated a few lone guards along their route. His skills were undoubtedly impressive and it was crazy that she never heard about the man before. It almost seemed like he appeared out of nowhere, but she did hope she’d led him to think the same about her.

Soon, the two arrived at the designated containers. The mission had been simple. Tag shipments of narcotics with a tracker so that the DEA could then perform raids later. But something wasn’t quite right. The scanner wasn’t registering anything. They’d need to break into a couple of containers to confirm what was inside. "Stand guard while I crack open one of these," Lana mentioned over towards August and moved over to one of the containers to see how easy it would be to **** it open...

Lana wouldn't get the time for any of that anyhow. Within seconds, August could hear the vague sound of voices in the distance and footsteps clearly heading in the direction of the two spies...