Asa's POV

“WHAT?! Where?” I barked.

“Dockside, near the warehouse—north sector three!” His voice cut through the chaos. “They’ve got automatic weapons. Our guys are pinned down, but they’re holding. I’ve got two units flanking—trying to contain.”

“Who are we dealing with? The guy with the insignia?” I gritted my teeth and tightening my hand around Eliana's waist unknowingly.

“Not him!” Marco shouted over a sudden burst of gunfire that made my teeth chatter. ...