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"They were taken." Fighting back a growl, I pick up the three pieces of red twine tied in circles. Constantine pulls one out of my hand and studies it.
"Fuck." He flits his gaze around the room. "We only left for two seconds!”
Rage burns inside my skull as I study the warehouse floor. Everything is normal and nothing is out of place. I look at the door that the blueprints said led to Room B, but it’s still closed in the same position as before.
Hell, even the guard hasn't budged. He's still speaking sternly to a worker at a table next to a broken concrete wall on the West side of the building.
I face my brothers. "One of these workers must've seen. We need to ask them."
Gianluca nods. "That's the best idea."
We race to the closest station. An elderly woman is packing capsules into bottles, then sealing them. Her hands shake as she works, and she tries to ignore us.
I place my fingers on her shoulder. "We need to ask you a question, ma'am."
She flips her eyes up. Fear is present in her gaze. "I don’t speak English."
I bite back the growl that's forming between my teeth. "Boys. Young men. Three." I gesture to the spot from which Arlo, Rusty, and Wesley disappeared. "Where did they go?"
She shakes. "Don't mention boys here. It’s no good."
"Did you see them?"
"I saw nothing." She returns to her workstation. "I pack my shit and get a paycheck. That's it."
Gianluca grabs her shoulders. "Tell us what you saw. We’re not fucking around. Who the fuck took those boys?"
"You must not tell anybody."
"I won’t."
"The basement workers took them." She refuses to make eye contact with us. "I hear stories about them. Never see them. They came out ofesta puerta—" she points to a door on the North side of the room "—and dragged them through."
I slam my gaze to where she points. A tiny, nondescript door stands alone next to a metal shelf, surrounded by boxes.
Motherfucker. I studied the warehouse blueprints religiously last night, but I don't recall this door being there.
I growl as I turn to Constantine and Gianluca. "The Antonovs can't get closer because of the armed men on the roof. We must take matters into our own hands."
"Tell them to bomb the fucking building right now.” Anger dances in Constantine’s eyes. “We’ll break through that door and rescue our boys while this floor burns."
"No." My fingers curl into fists. "They’ll kill Arlo, Rusty, and Wesley before we get there."
"Our boys are in danger and we must protect them."
"We can't hurt these innocent people." I gesture to the women and men on the manufacturing floor. "They don't know what the fuck is going on. They’re immigrant workers likely working in this shit hole to make enough money to send back to their families in foreign countries. We have an obligation to protect them."
Constantine slams his fist on the stainless-steel counter. "Let's head toward the door. I'll lead the way and you provide backup."
"I'lllead the way." I tear off my mask and scrubs. "I've taken bullets before. They can shoot at me and I won't feel a goddamn thing over my bulletproof vest."
My brothers remove their masks and scrubs and cast them to the floor. Reaching into my suit coat, I pull out my Glock. Constantine and Gianluca do the same. The workers glance at me, but they divert their attention when they see me cock it.
The guard snaps his head up. "Hey." He rushes over to us. "Get back to your fucking stations. You can't leave—" He spots the gun.
"You've breathed your fucking last." Constantine pulls his Glock’s trigger and puts a bullet in the man's skull.
Bang.
