The faint, metallic click of my submachine gun’s safety selector was the only answer the King needed. I raised my left hand, the heavy black diamond catching the faint ambient light of the moonless night, and firmly pressed the small, highly encrypted detonator secured perfectly to my tactical belt.
The absolute trap was violently sprung.
The massive steel rolling doors of the primary loading bay aggressively slammed shut with a deafening, earth-shattering crash, completely sealing the dozen heavily armored mercenaries and the three arrogant coalition leaders entirely inside the massive warehouse. The heavy, suffocating darkness was instantly, violently eradicated as two dozen high-intensity industrial floodlights aggressively snapped on, bathing the entire loading bay in a harsh, blindi
