Marco

The night is quiet and the siren of death remains in its cave awaiting the call. I crouch down, as my men filter across the Warehouse, awaiting my call.

Many of them have fallen these past two years, I have lost 23 men, and tonight that number will increase, but it will be the last increase once the night is over. Leonardo shows the red dot on the man in the front, guarding his post.

And the sound of his gun follows as our hell's night begins. Guns go off and we ...