50
Havoc
We don’t slow down.
Not after the call.
Not after hearing her voice.
Not after knowing exactly how close we came to losing everything.
This isn’t just a mission anymore.
It hasn’t been for a while.
But now?
Now it’s personal.
The Nevada heathasn’t let up, even with the sun barely over the horizon. Dust hangs in the air as we move into the next site—another warehouse, smaller than the others but positioned too well to ignore.
Blaze glances at me as we approach.
“You’re pushing hard.”
“Not hard enough,” I reply.
He doesn’t argue.
Because he knows.
They all know.
We breach clean.
Fast.
Controlled.
The inside is quieter than the others.
Too quiet.
“Something’s off,” Wolf mutters.
“Stay sharp,” I say.
We sweep the main floor.
Clear.
Storage rooms.
Clear.
Office—
Blaze kicks the door in.