One door after the next reveals nothing but empty rooms. All devoid of life.
I stop outside the only door that’s locked. The handle merely rattles, and when I kick it, it doesn’t budge.
That usually means there’s something valuable on the other side.
I raise my gun and start firing right through the wood. It chips apart, splintering until it’s nothing but broken shards swinging loosely on its hinges.
The moment I step into the locked room, the two guards hiding in there open fire.
I dive behind a large white sofa that’s in tatters now and fire back.
I’m not the only one. My men have entered the room behind me.
Within seconds, both guards are dead and the gunfire all but stops.
Armed guards hiding behind a reinforced door confirm my theory that there was something valuable hidden in
