the thick veil of the night. Randi gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, his mind locked onto a singu

harp eyes scanning the road ahead. "We're walking into this

sn't stay hidden by accident. If Marcus found him, that means o

all, abandoned factory on the city's outskirts. The building stood like a ghost against the skyline, its windo

go in quiet," he said, tucking his gun into

ken windows, carrying with it the scent of rust and decay. Randi pressed against the wall, peering throu

ce. The air inside was thick with dust, the faint hum of electronics the only soun

, a

ering when

ured, with the same controlled edge he remembered.

va

reaked with silver at the temples. A faint scar ran down the side of

ng off any escape route. "You'v

ely glancing at her

I buried you. I grieved for you. And now, I find out you're working wi

is hair. "I was never working for Redwe

a hell of a story. You e

ated before glancing at the screens. The images flickered-satellite feeds, sur

of Marcus'

y weren

he building, dressed in tactical gear,

d," Navaro said. "

caught. "Who th

"The people I've been hiding from. And if w

. He turned to Martha

ffel bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he f

nt had

ed past. The warehouse was only a few miles away, but time was against them. Randi's

t to Marcus fir

do we play this?" she asked. "

hey know what hit them," Randi sai

istol. "They're professionals. If we make

it-black SUVs parked along the alley, their engines runn

ressing against the walls. Muffled voices echoed from withi

a sha

rc

di's bullet found his chest. Martha moved with deadly precision, taking down another before he could fire

inside. Randi dove behind a crate, r

m the shado

k, blood trailing down the side of his face. The Si

attacker's throat before he could fire at Marcus. Navaro moved fo

, si

is feet, coughing. "T

weapon. "We need to

his brow. "Then let's ge

the bodies littering the warehouse floor. The S

e, it wouldn

here would be