Asa's POV

A few days had passed since the shooting incident. The warehouse was quiet this morning, the hum of distant machinery filled the air as usual: men were moving crates, running checks and doing their jobs like clockwork.

I stood near one of the tables with a cigarette between my fingers and my eyes fixed on an open folder before me.

“Boss.” Marco called as he stepped in. “We finally got him.”

"The guy with the insignia?” I said as I looked up

Marco nodded, walking closer ...