Outside, the gunfire had yet to die down, a clear sign that the fight was far from over and that enemies still swarmed beyond the warehouse walls.
Then the silence was shattered.
The third man panicked and fired wildly, bullets tearing through the darkness. Almost immediately, more figures rushed through the entrance. Dave and Luke flattened themselves closer to the walls, bodies pressed tight to the concrete as stray rounds screamed past, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Even as more people rushed inside, neither Luke nor Dave showed the slightest hint of panic. Instead, they remained calm, silently counting their remaining bullets and calculating their next moves. Every round mattered. A single wasted shot could put them at a fatal disadvantage.
Footsteps echoed outside the warehouse, more enemies gathering, likely preparing to force their way in. If that happened, Luke and Dave would have no choice but to gamble and act decisively.
They exchanged a brief glance.
