The morning broke cold and gray.
Valentina stood by the cracked window, staring out at the mist rolling over the city.
The storm had passed, but something heavier hung in the air, an omen she couldn’t shake.
Behind her, Adrian strapped a gun to his side with mechanical precision.
Today they moved.
Today they struck.
"You’re sure about the location?" Adrian asked without looking up.
Valentina nodded. "The docks, warehouse 17. Tonight."
He finished securing his weapons and crossed to her.
"We hit hard. Fast. No mercy," he said.
"No mercy," she echoed.
But unease gnawed at her.
Something about it felt...too easy.
Too exposed.
She shoved the feeling aside. Fear was a luxury she couldn’t afford.
Adrian’s phone buzzed sharply, slicing through the heavy silence.
He checked it, fac
