Chapter 37 Havoc
Havoc
We breach from the west side.
No lights.
No noise.
Just shadows.
Blaze cuts the lock like it’s nothing.
Ace slips inside first.
I follow.
Weapon up.
Eyes scanning.
The warehouse smells like something crawled inside and died.
Crates stacked high.
Too organized.
Too clean.
This isn’t some back-alley operation.
This is infrastructure.
Wolf’s voice comes low over comms.
“Two guards down. Perimeter clear.”
“Copy.”
We move deeper.
Blaze gestures toward a row of crates.
“Jackpot.”
He pries one open.
Inside—
Weapons.
Military grade.
Unregistered.
Clean.
“Tank was right,” Ace mutters.
“Yeah,” I say.
“And he barely scratched the surface.”
A door slams somewhere in the building.
Footsteps.
Running.
“They know we’re here,” Wolf says.
“Move,” I order.
Because this just went from quiet…
To loud.