It took us some time as we blocked off the entrances and set up barriers, turning the warehouse into a place that would slow down any intruder. The brothers had armed themselves with what we could scrounge up—pipes, knives, and a couple of handguns. Though ready to defend ourselves, we were all very much aware we could possibly be outmatched.
As I pushed my hair out of my face after shoving the last barrier in place, I heard the radio crackle to life again, then a blast of squawks, and Surgeon's voice boomed out, "We need to get into position. Our brothers are outside."
We began taking our positions, and I headed up the set of stairs that overlooked the main floor. The plan was simple—make them think we were easy prey and pick off the enemies as they came through the doorway.
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