Mia's POV:

The warehouse was mostly quiet but, there were cars parked in there. It was expected since it was a garage.

“Spread out,” Jackson said. He lifted two fingers, pointed to the right, and then left.

Four of our men walked in after me, going to either side of me. They ran, the sound of their boots almost unhearable. They spread out, taking the ends of the garage. One other closed the garage door, immediately shrouding us in darkness.

Visibility was low but it wasn't that bad. ...