*Levi*
The silence that follows the door's demise feels like the calm before the storm. My senses are on high alert, the silence in the warehouse is oppressive, a stark contrast to the chaos of my racing heart. I step inside, each movement deliberate, my eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement, any hint of a trap.
“Jax, you go around to the back,” I tell him. “Keep in contact.”
He nods, “stay safe man.”
“You too,” I tell him.
The silence is suddenly oppressive, a blanket smothering all sounds except for the distant drip of water from a leaking pipe. The stench of mold assaults my nostrils, but beneath it, there's something else… a faint, almost imperceptible scent that I know belongs to Josh.
"Levi, left side clear," Jax's voice comes through the comm, his whisper barely
