The first gunshot came less than three minutes after Victor's convoy crossed into our territory.
I heard it over the radio before I saw anything.
“North depot is under attack.” Someone yelled and I turned toward Derek.
“Who is there?” I asked.
“Security team only.” Derek said.
“What about the employees?” I asked.
“They evacuated when the warning came through.” He said.
Relief lasted for half a second before another burst of gunfire cracked through the night.
“Get everyone moving.” I ordered and Mason was already reaching for his radio.
“Iron Vipers, move to defensive positions around the depot, and nobody leaves the property without permission.” I ordered.
Engines roared to life around us as members mounted their motorcycles and trucks.
The convoy Victor had brought into our ter
