(Damian)
The warehouse looked empty from the outside, but I knew better. Bruno was in there, probably watching us through those dirty windows on the second floor.
"Two cars in the back alley," Paul whispered through the radio. "At least four men inside."
I checked my gun one more time. "Mark, take three men around back. Wait for my signal."
"Copy that."
The front door was unlocked. Too easy. Bruno wanted us to walk right in.
I kicked it open and stepped inside with Paul and Nico behind me. The warehouse was dark except for some light coming from an office upstairs.
"Well, well. You finally showed up."
Bruno's voice came from the metal staircase. He was standing at the top, hands in his pockets like he didn't have a care in the world.
"Took you long enough," he continued. "I was st
