Mikhail
The Moscow Steel warehouse loomed before me like a monument. Broken windows, rusted metal siding that groaned in the wind. This place had been abandoned for at least a decade, or maybe longer.
Viktor and Dmitri had taken their positions twenty minutes ago. I could feel their presence in the darkness, even though I couldn't see them. And that was the point, if I couldn't see them then Vlad couldn't.
But as I approached the main entrance, that familiar instinct started screaming again. Something was wrong. The silence was too complete, and too perfect.
I checked my watch and it says two minutes to eight PM.
The heavy steel door was slightly ajar, which should have been my first warning. But I was committed now. Whatever was waiting inside, I was going to face it.
I pushed the d
