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Roman claps a hand on my shoulder. "Lead the way, Fists."
Approaching the main entrance, Roman and Leo plant small charges on the heavy doors. In a coordinated explosion, the entrance shatters inward, immediately drawing the attention of everyone inside.
We don't give them a chance to react. Bursting in with overwhelming force, the vast interior of the warehouse becomes a chaotic battlefield. Bullets fly, but we've trained for moments like this, and our shots are precise and calculated. Every trigger pull has a purpose.
I spot two men rushing me from the side. Swiftly sidestepping, I deliver a punishing blow to the first one's midriff, sending him sprawling. The second one is met with a non-lethal shot to the leg. He goes down, howling in pain.
A quick glance around the warehouse confirms we're working as the cohesive unit we've always been. Damien and a few of our men expertly disable a group of Romanians trying to flank us. Roman, laughing maniacally, throws a flashbang into another group, disorienting them long enough for Andrei and his team to sweep in and incapacitate them.
The Romanians, despite their numbers, are outmatched. But what they lack in skill, they make up for in determination. I see one of them rushing Leo, a knife glinting in his hand. Without hesitation, I aim and take a shot, striking the man's arm. The knife clatters to the floor just inches from Leo, who nods his thanks.
Our momentum is relentless, each member of our team knowing their role, executing it with precision. The warehouse begins to quiet down as the last of the Romanians are subdued.
We regroup in the center, breathing heavily but intact. Roman, ever the comic, looks around and whistles. "Well, that was fun. Anyone up for round two?"
I shoot him a wry look, but there's a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "Let's just make sure we've secured the place first."
The din of battle has diminished on the ground floor as our men establish their dominance, pushing Radu's goons to the fringes. I take a moment, sweeping my gaze across the vast expanse of the warehouse. The organized chaos is a testament to our training and precision. Roman and Damien are ensuring that their men bind and secure the Romanians, while Leo and Andrei join me, forming a triangle of wary anticipation.
Craning my neck, I eye the looming second floor. Dim lights cast elongated shadows through the metal railings. I can't see much from here, but instinct—and intelligence from our sources—says Radu is up there.
"He's there," I assert, nodding toward the looming metal staircase. "Radu's planning his last stand with his elite. They'll be tougher, sharper."
Leo clenches his jaw, while Roman reloads his gun with a malicious focus that's almost scary. Andrei scans the situation, his calculating mind no doubt tallying the potential threats.
I turn to the sea of our soldiers, locking eyes with the most seasoned among them. "Secure the grounds. Lock down the exits. No one in or out," I command, my voice carrying over the vastness of the space. Their nods of affirmation are swift and confident.
Turning back to my brothers, I see the same fire of resolve reflected in their eyes. "Let's end this," I say.
Without another word, we ascend, our synchronized footfalls echoing in mutual vengeance. The higher ground beckons, and with it, the viper we've come to strike down.
The layout of the second floor is a labyrinth of hallways and chambers. While our foot soldiers keep a tight grip on theground floor, my brothers and I form a tight, cohesive unit as we advance.
Andrei signals to a closed door, his ear pressed against it. We all know that Radu is a snake, but his exact location is a mystery. The doors we pass could lead to ambushes or empty rooms.
But as we proceed, my growing confidence starts to overshadow caution. We've already faced down so much tonight, and the taste of victory is within our grasp. That's when a piercing cry, young and filled with terror, shatters the silence. A woman's scream follows, slicing through the cold air.
Every nerve-ending fires, driving me in the direction of the distress. I can hear Roman and the others following close behind, our focus on the dark corridor ahead and that singular door at the end.
Without hesitation, I kick it open.
The scene before me takes a moment to register. Radu, the man responsible for so much pain and evil, is not standing defiantly before us, weapon drawn. Instead, he's cowering, using his own wife and child as human shields.
His eyes, always cold and calculated, now gleam with a mix of fear and malice. "Samuil," he hisses, pushing his terrified wife and child further in front of him. "It seems you've finally got me cornered."
My brothers fan out around me, their expressions a mix of rage and disgust. Andrei's eyes dart to the child, a boy no older than six, while Roman's grip on his weapon tightens visibly.
"Radu," I growl, struggling to contain my anger. "You piece of shit. Using your family like this? Even for you, this is low."
He smirks, pointing his pistol in our direction from behind his wife. "We all do what we must to survive. Now, you're going to let me and my family walk out of here. Got it?”
Roman chuckles darkly. "You think we'd let you waltz out after everything you’ve done?"
Radu's eyes dart around the room, assessing his options, of which there are few. "I don't think you have a choice."
I take a deep breath, reigning in the fury threatening to overtake me. The innocent lives in front of me dictate my next move. "Release your wife and child, Radu," I say, my voice steady and firm. "Let them go. Then you and I can settle our business."
Radu hesitates, his gaze flicking between my eyes and the exit behind us.
