Check the door," Marco's voice cut through the silence as we stood before the rusted safehouse. It reeked of abandonment, but we knew better. The Broker was never careless.
"I've got it," Maverick said, his knuckles brushing the worn keypad beside the entrance. He punched in a few numbers. A soft beep followed, and the door hissed open, revealing darkness.
"You sure this place is clean?" I asked, stepping in behind him. My hand brushed the cool steel of my concealed weapon.
"No such thing as clean in his world," Marco muttered, his gaze scanning the shadows. "Stay close."
Luciana shifted to my side, as silent as air. "Doesn't feel abandoned," she whispered. "Smells … alive. Like someone's been here."
“Alive or dead, we’ll find out soon enough,” Marco replied. “Fan out. But keep the ch
