Noah stood beside me, his body tense but composed. Across from us, Dominic checked his gun, his expression unreadable.
Raven’s voice crackled through the comms. “Security is heavier than expected. She knows something’s coming.”
Dominic didn’t flinch. “Doesn’t matter.”
He motioned for his men to move.
I exhaled slowly, steadying myself.
And then, we went in.
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The first thing that hit me was the smell.
Oil. Dust. Gunpowder.
The warehouse was massive, stretching into darkness, illuminated only by flickering industrial lights overhead. Crates were stacked high, some sealed, others cracked open to reveal weapons, cash, documents.
Lisa had been preparing for war.
And we had just walked straight into it.
A guard rounded the corner, rifle raised.
Noah moved before I could react.
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