Chapter 50 Havoc
Havoc
We don’t slow down.
Not after the call.
Not after hearing her voice.
Not after knowing exactly how close we came to losing everything.
This isn’t just a mission anymore.
It hasn’t been for a while.
But now?
Now it’s personal.
The Nevada heat hasn’t let up, even with the sun barely over the horizon. Dust hangs in the air as we move into the next site—another warehouse, smaller than the others but positioned too well to ignore.
Blaze glances at me as we approach.
“You’re pushing hard.”
“Not hard enough,” I reply.
He doesn’t argue.
Because he knows.
They all know.
We breach clean.
Fast.
Controlled.
The inside is quieter than the others.
Too quiet.
“Something’s off,” Wolf mutters.
“Stay sharp,” I say.
We sweep the main floor.
Clear.
Storage rooms.
Clear.
Office—
Blaze kicks the door in.
“Clear.”
I move inside, scanning everything.
Papers scattered.
Equipment left behind.
They pulled out fast.
Too fast.
“They knew we were coming,” Ace says from the doorway.
“Yeah,” I reply.
“They’re collapsing.”
But something doesn’t sit right.
This isn’t panic.
This is strategy.
I move toward the back wall.
There’s a door.
Half-hidden.
Reinforced.
“Blaze.”
He’s beside me in a second.
“On it.”
The door swings open.
And everything changes.
Inside—
A holding room.
Empty now.
But not long ago.
You can feel it.
See it.
Chains.
Restraints.
Medical equipment.
My stomach tightens.
“Saint,” I say into the comm.
“You seeing this?”
His voice comes through, quieter now.
“Yeah.”
“This isn’t just weapons.”
“No,” he says.
“It never was.”
I step further inside.
Look around.
Take it in.
Tank didn’t just uncover trafficking.
He uncovered something worse.
And they’re already moving it.
I turn back toward the team.
“We shut this down now,” I say.
“No more waiting.”
Because every second we waste here—
Means someone else pays for it.
And I’m done letting that happen.