Regret maybe.
Interesting.
“What exactly am I supposed to know too much about?” I ask.
Gabriel hesitates again.
And that terrifies me more than anything else tonight.
Because this man clearly isn’t afraid of violence.
But heisafraid of information.
Before he can answer—
A deafening explosion erupts somewhere outside near the northern bridge.
The entire warehouse shakes violently.
Concrete cracks overhead.
And suddenly every radio inside the loading dock explodes with overlapping voices.
“Multiple armored units inbound!”
“North wall breach!”
“Fall back!”
The militia commander swears sharply in Arabic.
Gabriel’s expression changes instantly.
Not panic.
Calculation.
Urgency.
Then automatic gunfire erupts from the street outside.
Not scattered fire.
Execution fire.
Controlled.
Precise.
Terrifyingly disciplined.
Screams follow seconds later.
Real screams.
My blood runs cold.
One of the militia fighters stumbles through the loading dock entrance covered in blood.
