AT THE DRAYTON WAREHOUSE
The sound of roaring engines filled the air as two military aircraft descended on the Drayton warehouse like predatory birds, touching down with controlled precision that exuded power and authority.
The sight was nothing short of a spectacle: sleek, dark hulls glinting under the midday sun, their rotors churning up a cloud of dust and debris that swept across the warehouse grounds.
Workers who had been laboring inside the warehouse, some still nursing wounds from the recent chaos, hobbled out to witness the arrival. Their eyes were wide, with expressions of awe and trepidation as they watched the aircrafts doors open.
Out stepped the special personnel—hardened men clad in tactical gear, their movements precise, and their faces obscured by helmets and shades t
