"The location is an old warehouse near the harbor, Mr. Nathan. The coordinates are locked. They're inside, at least three of them are lightly armed," reported one of the bodyguards over the radio communication in the car.

Elena immediately turned to Nathan who was sitting in the driving seat. "We have to hurry. I don't care if they're armed or not. The important thing is that Alva is safe."

Nathan nodded, his gaze sharp. "Calm down. We'll make it."

Soon, their motorcade pulled up about two hundred meters from an old warehouse that looked rundown and deserted. But the deserted impression was only on the surface-as dozens of Elena's bodyguards...