The heavy scent of rust, smoke, and oil lingered in the air as Damien stepped out of the armored vehicle. The warehouse before them looked abandoned, with shattered windows and metal walls eaten by time and salt. But his instincts screamed otherwise. This was no ghost structure. It was alive—with secrets, screams, and shadows.
Gavin, his second-in-command, was already surveying the perimeter. “We tracked the signal from the burner phone here,” he said. “Inside, we confirmed movement. Body heat sensors show at least eight individuals.”
Damien nodded, jaw tight. The lead had come from a desperate thread of intelligence, a pattern picked up through multiple drops and exchanges in the underground market. When one of the men from the shootout died, they recovered information, list of men conn
