The warehouse was alive with movement, filled with the metallic clang of weapons, the scuff of boots against concrete, and the thick tension of something inevitable approaching.
The Black Cats were scattered across the floor, checking gear, loading guns, running drills—but in the center of the chaos, two figures broke out into a heated scuffle.
Keon and Neon were locked in a messy, aimless fight, circling each other like bored wolves. No precision. No power. Just playful shoves and half-hearted swings.
Jake stood near the far end, arms crossed, jaw clenched, watching in silence with a cold fury simmering just beneath the surface.
Then—
“Stop!” Jake’s voice boomed across the warehouse like a thunderclap.
Everything went still.
Keon and Neon froze mid-movement, their arms still half-r
