Ares

The night air hit me like ice as I raced toward the car, every muscle tight, every nerve screaming. The warehouse behind me smoldered with evidence of the fight. Gideon had underestimated us — and he’d pay.

Atlas drove like a man possessed, weaving through empty streets, while Leon’s encrypted communication buzzed constantly with updates.

“Sir, Gideon’s men are regrouping,” Leon said, voice tense. “They’re moving toward the secondary warehouse on Dock 9. Camilla ...