Chapter 39: The Underground War
*****Dante Point of View****
The warehouse reeked of sweat, gasoline, and gunpowder—a cocktail I had become far too familiar with. I stood in the center of the room, surrounded by my most trusted men, their faces drawn tight with grim focus. Maps littered the long table in front of me, marked with red pins, sharp lines, and circles that represented zones that had either fallen or were under siege. Every hour, we lost more ground.
"They're bleeding us from the inside out," I muttered, dragging my hand through my hair. The news had come in an hour ago. Another safehouse gone. Another dozen men lost. And this one had been personal. It was the shelter we built for the families of my fallen soldiers. Someone had set it ablaze. Children. Wives. Innocents.
Vict
