The warehouse was swarming with tactical teams, the air thick with the smell of ozone and the heavy tread of combat boots. Alexander stood in the center of the chaos, his face a mask of stone, though his hands shook as he stared at the empty freight elevator. He looked like a man ready to burn the entire state to find the ghost that had taken his friend.
"Sir, we have a partial GPS trail on Jacob's vehicle, but it just cut out," Marcus reported, his voice tight. "We're ready to deploy the helicopters to the mountain range. We'll find them, and we'll end Vale once and for all."
"Wait." Adrian stepped forward, placing a gentle but firm hand on Alexander's arm.
Alexander turned, his eyes wild. "Adrian, he has Jacob. I won't let him take anyone else from us."
