Chapter 150

“Testing… Testing.” Ryan’s voice crackled through my earpiece.

I adjusted the device, making sure it was snug. The hum of static filled my ear.

“Crystal clear,” I muttered, my voice low enough to avoid drawing attention.

The warehouse loomed ahead, its silhouette dark against the night sky, only a few dim lights flickering through the foggy windows.

The air was thick with tension, the kind that made my skin crawl and my senses sharpen. Every step felt heavier, the weight of what lay ahead pressing down on me.

“You're approaching from the south side,” Ryan continued, her tone steady and professional. “Two guards by the main entrance. Try to get eyes and ears on them without getting too close.”

My boots crunched on the gravel as I slipped into the shadows, my movements deliberate and silent.

The guards were easy to spot, their bulky frames illuminated by the glow of a streetlamp. They were relaxed, laughing about something, their weapons slung casually over their shoulders. Too casual.