The Last Stand
The air smelled like rain—thick and heavy, the kind that threatened a storm. Adrian crouched low behind a rusted-out car; his breath steady despite the chaos swirling around him.
"They're moving," Vincent whispered beside him. His grip on his gun tightened. "Callum's forcing them into position. He wants us backed into a corner."
Adrian let out a stream of air through his nose. "Let him think he's winning." He peered around the car, eyes locking on the warehouse across the lot. The windows were shattered, the door barely hanging onto its hinges. Callum was inside. He could feel it.
Behind them, Flora and Lorne crouched in the shadows, waiting. The plan was simple: get inside, take Callum down, and end this. But nothing ever went as planned.
Two on the roof," Flora whispe
