This Means War

Daniel retreated to a corner of the safehouse, his phone in hand. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before dialing the first number. The room, thick with tension and worry for Ron, fell quiet as everyone listened to the hushed tones of Daniel's conversation.

A gruff voice answered on the other end. "Daniel?"

"Jonah. I need your help."

There was a slight pause before Jonah replied, "Name it."

And so it began. One by one, Daniel reached out to old allies, figures from a past that he rarely spoke about but never truly left behind. These were men and women who had served alongside him, ex-Navy SEALs, elite soldiers, and others whom he had aided in one way or another throughout the years. Each conversation was brief, but the gravity of each exchange was evident.

Within hours, a convoy of blacked-out SUVs pulled up to the safehouse. The doors opened, revealing a collection of hardened individuals, each radiating an air of lethal proficiency. Their arrival was almost cinematic, like th