Chapter 25: Time for reckoning

April

              Adjusting my fitted bulletproof vest, I watch from an empty warehouse near Lynch’s supply warehouse as large delivery trucks come around the corner. It’s late into the night, and all we can see is the vast ominous skeletons of the industrial warehouses and the dark shift of the river’s lapping water. Solemn light posts stand like lonely giants across the empty lots, only to be accompanied by the midnight cloak of the starless sky. Connor, Micah, and I took point near the warehouse’s soiled windows while the others are spread out around other buildings surrounding the warehouse. The plan is to wait for Lynch, Waltman and their lackeys to arrive and begin unloading their cargo.

              We all came prepared with our black tactical gear and weapons. Connor leans close and mutters. “The wait