Page 131 of Sinful
We stop a mile from the target and kill the engines.
Approach on foot the rest of the way.
Phantom pulls out binoculars, scans the compound as the sky starts to lighten.
Dawn is maybe thirty minutes away.
"Four guards visible," he says quietly. "Two at the front gate, one on the warehouse roof, one patrolling the perimeter."
"More inside," Damon adds. "Always are."
"How many do you think?" Runes asks.
"Thirty, maybe forty. Hard to say."
We do final weapons check.
I've got my Glock and a backup on my ankle.
AR-15 strapped across my back.
Two extra magazines.
A knife in my boot that I hope I don't need.
Around me, men are doing the same.
Loading, checking, preparing.
Shadow catches my eye and grins like we're about to do something fun instead of something that'll give us nightmares for years.
"You ready for this?" he asks.
"No, but let's do it anyway."
Phantom gathers us close. "You all know the plan. Shotgun Saints takes the main house—that's where Sebastián will be. Raiders, you cut off the back routes. Reapers, you hit the warehouse and secondary buildings. No one gets out. No prisoners. No mercy." His voice is hard. "These fuckers tortured Ivar for weeks. They've been terrorizing our territories for months. Today we end them. Understood?"
There are murmurs of agreement from everyone.
"All right. Radio silence from here on. Hand signals only. We move in five minutes."
I check my phone one last time and text Helle:
Love you. See you soon.
We all move, three groups splitting off in different directions, moving fast and quiet through the predawn gray.
The compound is surrounded by chain-link fence—eight feet tall, topped with barbed wire.
Shadow cuts through it with bolt cutters while the rest of us provide cover.
The guard on the warehouse roof doesn't notice.
He’s too busy smoking a cigarette and checking his phone.
Stupid fucker.
That mistake will cost him his life.
