Novel & Cerita Warehouse 13 Endless

she stretches the last part. I shake my head and stall to the door. “Have a very nice day sir.” she hollers behind me. I head to my car, slip in and gears it into motion. The warehouse is like about an hour drive from my house, it stood abandoned on the edge of the docks with rusted corrugated walls blending in like a relic. It looks empty— eeriely quiet like a graveyard. Inside was another world. An new recruit wearing a tailored black suit is at the entrance, armed. “Morning, Blaze.”

"We go. But we do it smart. You, me, Daxon, and ten elite warriors. Four of them stay hidden as backup. The rest provide visible security." "Marcus said I could bring guards," I noted. "Good. Then he's expecting us." Daxon stood. "Let's get ready." The warehouse was abandoned and falling apart. Perfect for an ambush. Located exactly midway between Silverfang and Nightshade territories, on neutral ground that belonged to no Pack. We arrived first. Ten warriors spread out around the perimeter. Four of them melted into the shadows, becoming invisible to anyone who wasn't looking carefully. The rest of us stood in the center, waiting.

"I can provide counter-charms. They'll mask wolf signatures within a certain radius." "How certain?" I ask. "Ninety percent effective," Elena estimates. "Not perfect but better than nothing." "We'll take it," I decided. "Anything that improves our odds." We spend hours planning every detail. Positioning teams. Planning communication protocols. Identifying escape routes we need to block. "The warehouse has three entrances," Ethan explains, pointing to blueprints. "The north door is the main access. East and west doors are secondary, we cover all three." "What about windows?" Penelope asks.

Soon, Zach found Wade. This was the first time I had seen Wade since we last met. He looked much more worn out, with stubble all over his chin and dark circles under his eyes. "What are you doing here?" Wade's tone was cold, and he tried to shut the door. But Zach spotted the urn sitting right in the middle of the living room. Wade had kept my ashes safe all this time. He had only said he had scattered them at sea to shock Zach.

“That’s the fucking point.” Another kick. A snap. His arm bent wrong. The pain barely registered on his face before the sharp buzz of my phone cut through the air. I wiped my hand on my jeans and answered without looking at the screen. “Warehouse thirteen’s been hit,” Luke said, voice tight. “Fire’s spreading. They bombed it, Enzo.” My spine straightened. “How bad?” “Real bad.” I looked down at Benny. His face was swollen. One of his eyes was already shut.

We arrive just after midnight. The warehouse is massive and decaying, its walls rusted and graffitied, the metal siding curling at the edges like paper left too close to a flame. It sits at the end of a long gravel road, flanked by weeds and broken glass. A place people forget on purpose. Knoxx gives his men their final orders. No gunfire unless provoked. Non-lethal force. Priority is Liam. Then we move.

Chapter Thirty-Three Quinn “You’re such a bitch for leaving,” Marissa says, standing next to my desk. “I’m going to miss you.” “I’m here for two more weeks,” I remind her. “And Eastwood is two hours away. Less if traffic moves quickly.” “Which happens so often.” “I know. But I’ll be in the city at least once a month.” “You better tell me every time you’re here.”

After they were done inspecting this warehouse, they planned to go to the next which was headed by D'amore. Enzo called out to the boys or rather men he had under him to come get the bags from the car trunk and into the warehouse. After they carried out this action, they all waited for Sebastian to give them an order. "Have you separated the ones that are going to be taken for shipment?" Sebastian asked as his eyes roamed the big warehouse that was stacked to the brim. "Yes boss. There they are" Enzo said as he pointed to a pile of arms and drugs that were kept at a corner. "Okay." Sebastian said as he looked around one more time.

Kal was distracted. The warehouse looked to be especially busy that evening, seeing as he'd been hauling large carton boxes almost twice his size into the delivery trucks that came and went without a break. The large warehouse was a very wide space tinted brownish red, and had boxes stacked one on top the other to make ten steps each of cosmetic products awaiting shipments to its left and right. The workers came and went time and time again, downing black overalls and matching hiking boots.

Steve and Susan Anderson said they own their daughter to them. Susan gave Sara a piece of jewellery made from pure gold and diamond. They couldn't think of a better thing to offer them. They were now leaving big and classic. Jared is a president over the Anderson company in City A. Though the identity of the real company owner was hidden, they already have made their lives comfortable. Eduardo gave Jared some brief Orientations and told him they are investing in that company now. And he would ask all the partners and co investors to partner with their branch company in City A.