Jeremiah’s POV
"Break it down!" I roared.
The heavy oak door didn't just open; it surrendered. The wood shrieked as it splintered off the hinges, the frame buckling under the weight of my kick. Inside, the scene was a blur of frantic movement. Men scrambled like vermin caught in a sudden glare of high beams. One coward let out a thin, pathetic wail. Another fumbled, a loaded syringe slipping from his shaking fingers and shattering against the grime of the floor.
"Nobody moves! Face down!" I commanded.
My team didn't need a second order. They tore into the room like a physical tide, slamming the traffickers into the floorboards. There was no finesse, only the heavy thud of knees hitting spines and the metallic click of restraints. I didn't care about the struggle. My focus was a laser,
