Chapter 67

MARCO

Tony and I walked into the building, every sense on high alert. The place was eerily quiet, the kind of quiet that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. The walls were bare, stripped down to concrete and steel, with only the faint echo of our footsteps to break the silence. I glanced at Tony, who was scanning the area with that same cautious look. Something wasn’t right, and we both knew it.

I pressed my hand to my earpiece. “Petrov, you seeing anything on surveillance? It’s too damn quiet in here.”

There was a pause, then Petrov’s voice crackled through, low and tense. “Not much, boss. The cameras are picking up some minor movement, but nothing definitive. Stay sharp. Could be they’re lying in wait.”

I cursed under my breath. “We’ll proceed with caution, but keep your eyes peeled. If anything changes, you let us know immediately.”

“Will do,” Petrov replied before the line went silent again.

I nodded to Tony, and we moved forward, sticking close to the walls, our foot