Chaos erupted in the cavernous space of the old mill. Jensen, fueled by a triumphant malice, had clearly intended to hijack the transaction, likely using the "package" as leverage for his own twisted agenda. The two couriers, professionals caught off guard, reacted with practiced aggression. Shots rang out – not at us, but at each other, the metallic clang echoing in the vast emptiness.
Rafe pulled me further into the shadows, his body a shield. "Stay down, Kaelin. This is about to get messy."
Below us, the two couriers, their professional composure shattered, drew weapons. Jensen, surprisingly nimble despite his bulk, scrambled for cover behind a massive, rusted piece of machinery, yelling orders that were lost in the din of gunfire. Troy, predictably, yelched and dove behind a stack of
