The industrial district looked abandoned from the road, half the streetlights burned out, the rest flickering weak and yellow over empty lots. Draven pulled the car off the main strip and killed the headlights before they reached the turn."On foot from here," he said.Scarlett climbed out without arguing. Adrian was already waiting by the fence line, a rifle slung across his back, his phone in his hand."Still nothing from Foster," Adrian said. "Ninety seconds turned into eleven minutes.""Position?" Draven asked."Northeast corner of the warehouse, watching the loading dock. He should have checked in twice by now."Draven crouched near the fence, studying the building through the gap in the chain link. No lights. No movement. No sound but the wind moving through the broken windows above the loading dock."I go first," Draven said. "Adrian circles east. Scarlett stays behind me.""I'm not staying at the fence," Scarlett said."I didn't say the fence. I said behind me." Draven's eyes
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