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2024-10-29 19:42:56ALEXEI
The old warehouse loomed before us, a skeletal silhouette against the moonlit sky. The air hung heavy with the scent of salt and decay, a fitting backdrop for the confrontation that awaited us.
Yaz pulled the car to a stop, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Ready, boss?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
I nodded, my heart pounding a steady rhythm against my ribs. This was it. The moment I had been waiting for.
We stepped out of the car, the silence broken only by the lapping of waves against the pier. The warehouse stood before us, a dark and ominous presence.
“Stay here,” I instructed Yaz, my voice firm. “I’ll handle this.”
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded curtly. “Be careful, boss.”
I gave him a reassuring smile, though it didn’t reach my eyes. I knew the risks involved, but I wouldn’t let fear deter me.
With a deep breath, I approached the warehouse, my footsteps echoing in the sti
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