The day was deceptively ordinary. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the Martinez estate. But beneath the surface, an undercurrent of tension was building—an unease that none of them could place. It wasn’t until the call came in, frantic and garbled, that the peace shattered.
Rafael and David were the first to get the call. They were in the study, pouring over some documents, when Rafael's phone buzzed loudly on the table. He picked it up, his brow furrowing as he listened.
"What? A blast at the base?" Rafael's voice cut through the air, sharp with urgency. "And Jack... he's dead?"
David looked up sharply, his eyes locking with Rafael’s. “What the hell happened?”
Rafael didn’t have time to answer. He was already grabbing his gun, tucking it into the hols
