KAEL
The convoy screeched to a halt, vehicles forming a tactical perimeter around the warehouse. Doors flew open. Men poured out, in black tactical gear, my security team in matching formation, Agent Morrison's people taking positions behind armored trucks.
Searchlights blazed to life, illuminating the building like a stage.
I stepped out of the lead vehicle, rifle in hand, scanning the structure with trained eyes. Five stories. Multiple entry points. Windows on every level, perfect for snipers. Rooftop access visible.
A fortress.
"Perimeter secure!" Hayes's voice crackled over the radio. "No movement visible. Building appears occupied but defensive."
"All units hold position," I commanded, moving toward the forward command post Morrison was setting up behind an armored truck. "Snipers, find elevated positions. I want eyes on every exit, every window. Nothing moves without me knowing about it."
"Copy that."
