Chapter 36: Warehouse on the Edge
The coordinates led to an old industrial park on the far side of the city, where the skyline gave way to rust and silence. Chain-link fence sagged around acres of cracked concrete, broken windows staring like empty eyes. The warehouse sat at the back—gray metal siding, loading docks overgrown with weeds, one floodlight still burning yellow over the main door. No cars. No movement. Just the low hum of distant traffic and the wind moving through chain links.
Marcus killed the headlights a quarter mile out and coasted to a stop behind a row of abandoned shipping containers. He killed the engine. The sudden quiet pressed in.
“Team’s already in position,” he said low. “Two snipers on the roof across the street. Drones overhead—thermal shows one heat signatur
