“Move.” Blade shouted.
Chaos exploded again. Members rushed the stairs while one of the unknown men fired wildly toward the warehouse floor.
Bullets sparked against metal beams overhead.
Drake returned fire instantly while Brax tackled another shooter near the loading bay had enough to crack both of them into stacked crates.
I spotted movement near the side corridor before anyone else.
“Left side.” I yelled.
Casey spun immediately and fired before another man could ambush Heath from behind the shelving.
The shooter dropped again. Those instincts and they kept happening faster lately.
The fight ended within minutes but none of the men wore Vulture patches.
Instead every single one carried the same crowned wing symbol tattooed somewhere visible.
Kings of Ruin.
Blade cro
