Damien’s POV

The headlights sliced through the night as my car came to a slow stop on the gravel road.

There was a small camp already set up some distance away from the target warehouse.

A team of agents were already present dressing into their gears and strapping their armory.

The structure of the warehouse looked abandoned and old with age, that's a perfect cover.

Leo met me halfway to the camp, his jaw tense.

“This is it?” I asked, my tone low but firm.

Leo ...