ALEK POV
The second the **black SUVs** pulled up in front of the building, I tensed.
One after another, **four sleek vehicles** parked in a perfect line, engines humming for a few seconds before cutting off. The night was dark enough to shield us where we were crouched behind an old shipping container, but I could feel the weight of my brothers' gazes shifting to me, waiting for a call.
The doors of the SUVs swung open in sync. **Twelve figures emerged.**
They moved **with purpose**, their long coats shifting as they strode toward the entrance. Most of them were men, though a couple of them had the lithe figures of women. Their movements were sharp, efficient. No wasted steps.
Definetly. Not. Rogues.
One of them stepped up to a **keypad** mounted beside the massive **metal
