Chapter 11 - Into the AbattoirThe midnight rain hammered against the reinforced roof of the abandoned meatpacking plant as Dante's black convoy slipped silently into the perimeter.
Four SUVs parked behind a row of rusting shipping containers.
Marcus killed the headlights, turning to the team in the back. "Silent entry. Neutralize guards on the perimeter. No alarms."
Elena wore a black tactical vest over her pantsuit, a silenced pistol holstered at her hip, and a digital decryption pad clutched in her hands.
Dante checked the magazine of his rifle, his eyes locking onto Elena one last time before opening the door. "Stay behind me. Every second."
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They moved like ghosts through the shadows of the loading dock. Two Varga sentries patrolling the back entrance dropped silently before they even realized they were under attack—Marcus and his men neutralizing them with swift, practiced efficiency.
The heavy steel door to the sub-level yielded to Marcus’s hydraulic cutter, sliding open with a low, metallic groan that vanished beneath the sound of the storm.
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