The huge warehouse loomed in the darkness, its massive structure lit in the bright glow of streetlamps.
As Liam moved toward the center of the big, empty area, his footsteps echoed on the concrete floor. The cold, musty air filled his lungs as he braced himself for the encounter.
From the dark, a man emerged. Liam recognized the silhouette as Nathan Harris, TerraCorp's main contact. His face was unreadable, his eyes hidden beneath dark spectacles.
"Nathan," Liam said, his tone perfectly calm. "What's so urgent that it couldn't wait until morning?"
Nathan removed his spectacles, showing a harsh, almost predatory expression. "I assumed you'd want to know right away," he continued, his tone chilly. "We have a serious problem, Liam."
Liam wrinkled his brow slightly. "I am aware. TerraCor
