*Leo*

The warehouse felt empty in a way it hadn’t before. It used to be a symbol of progress, our foundation here in LA. Now, it was nothing more than a shell.

A broken, beaten, battered, crumbling shell.

Franky stood with me, scanning the damage with the same look I was sure I had.

Frustration and resignation.

The attack changed everything. The building wasn’t the same. And neither was the operation.

This place was almost like a second ...