[DAMIAN'S POV]
The warehouse was dark.
Single building. Chain-link fence. One guard posted at the front entrance — visible from three blocks away, sloppy, arrogant.
Lucien wasn't expecting me this fast.
Mistake.
I parked two streets over. Killed the engine. Sat for three seconds with my hands still on the wheel, forcing myself to think instead of just react.
Marcus was already out. Moving to the trunk. Pulling weapons. He handed me a Glock. Two extra clips. I checked the chamber. Loaded. Ready.
"Two entrances." Marcus kept his voice low. "Front door where the guard is. Service entrance on the east side. Probably locked but I can breach it." He looked at me. "I take east. Draw their attention. You go in the front once shooting starts."
"No."
"Damian—"
"I go in first." I met his eyes. "You cover the exit. Anyone tries to leave with her, you stop them."
His jaw worked. He wanted to argue. Knew better.
"How many inside?"
