"The location is an old warehouse near the harbor, Mr. Nathan. Coordinates are locked. They're inside—at least three of them, lightly armed," reported one of the bodyguards over the car radio.

Elena immediately turned to Nathan, who was in the driver’s seat.

"We have to hurry. I don’t care if they’re armed or not. What matters is that Alva is safe."

Nathan nodded, his gaze sharp.

"Stay calm. We’ll get him out."

Soon, their motorcade stopped about two hundred meters from an old, ...