Battle Looms

The Beast's men meticulously searched the safe house, their anticipation growing with each step. They believed they had finally caught up with their targets, but as they combed through the empty rooms and examined the evidence left behind, their hope began to fade.

The realization slowly dawned upon them that the safe house was devoid of any occupants. It was as if their quarry had vanished into thin air. Frustration and confusion washed over the Beast's men as they exchanged puzzled glances.

Then, they discovered El Patrio's lifeless body, slumped in a chair. The sight sent shockwaves through their ranks. It was clear that something significant had transpired in their absence.

One of the Beast's men quickly contacted their leader, relaying the unsettling news. The Beast's voice crackled over the line, his anger palpable even through the phone.

"What do you mean, they're gone?" the Beast roared. "How could they have slipped away like this?"

The Beast's men, still reeling from the unex