That didn't belong in a residential garage.
Victor crouched down in front of the partially raised roller door. Through the gap, which was less than a metre high, he could see a thick, black barrel pointing straight at the doorway. For a split second, he felt a small part of his mind go blank, as though a stretched nerve had suddenly snapped.
The object in front of him didn't look like a weapon so much as a steel beast lurking in the darkness. Its mere presence, lying there silently, was enough to make you want to retreat instinctively.
Mounted on the chassis of a heavy-duty truck, the artillery piece occupied nearly half of the garage. It sat silently in the shadows, its outline brutal and cold, utterly out of place in this ordinary residential neighbourhood.
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