Reuben stood frozen, the red laser dots dancing across his chest like a lethal constellation. The air in the construction site had turned frigid, the silence punctuated only by the low groans of his incapacitated men.
White stepped forward, his movements precise and terrifyingly efficient. He didn't start with a question; he started with presence. He stopped inches from Reuben’s face, his shadow looming large in the glare of the floodlights.
"You heard the man," White said, his voice a low, vibrating hum of threat. "Who gave the order?"
Reuben’s mouth worked, but no sound came out. His eyes darted toward Dante, who was watching with a detached, chilling interest, then back to White. "I... I don't... you can't just..."
White didn't let him finish. In a blur of motion, he pivoted. His ha
