The fluorescent lights hummed. Victor put both feet on the floor, gripped the armrests, and stood.
Three years in the chair had hidden his height and the strength across his shoulders. He took one step away from it without a tremor.
The nearest guard recovered first. He lifted his rifle.
Victor caught the barrel, pulled the man off balance, and broke his neck. The rifle struck the concrete a moment after the body.
For one beat, no one moved. Then the warehouse erupted.
Victor took a handgun from the fallen guard and shot three men before they could find cover. He drove an elbow into another man's jaw, pulled a knife from inside his sleeve, and cut down the gunman reaching for a radio.
The rest opened fire. Bullets tore through corrugated walls while Victor kept changing position, usi
