The night was bitter and restless, the clouds low and heavy as Damien’s team prepared to breach an abandoned truck garage on the edge of the city. The trail had led them here after weeks of tireless searching, combing through digital records, surveillance footage, and known aliases connected to the men they’d already apprehended. Now, they were close again.
Damien’s knuckles tightened on the grip of his sidearm, the chill of the air biting at the exposed parts of his neck. His heart was heavy with the weight of too many days without answers, too many nights imagining what Sera might be going through. Amara’s words echoed in his ears. She needs to see I’m okay. That she’s not alone.
He signaled the team, and four shadows moved swiftly toward the entrance.
BAM!
The door burst open, metal
