SHADOW OF VOW'S
It was the kind that hummed in your bones, that sharpened your instincts and made your trigger finger twitch.
Zayn stood to my left, arms crossed, his eyes scanning the half-lit structure as our footsteps echoed against the concrete floor. The overhead lights flickered erratically, casting the occasional buzz and making the shadows dance like phantoms. Pallets stacked with sealed crates surrounded us, forming narrow corridors that we knew by heart. This warehouse had seen countless deals, had housed everything from crates of rifles to top-tier surveillance gear. But tonight, it didn’t feel like the fortress it had always been.
Tonight, it felt like a tomb.
Bab Populer