Sylas' POV

The gate went down before I even gave the order.

Lance's men hit it with a battering ram and the metal folded like paper, the sound cracking through the quiet industrial yard which was loud enough to make my ears ring. I stepped over the wreckage with my gun drawn, my chest tight with hope.

"Move in formation," I said into the radio which is strapped to my chest. "Nobody breaks off alone."

"Copy that, boss," Lance answered, he was already fanning his team left toward the loading bay.

We had spent weeks building toward this moment, tracking scraps of information, bribing informants, and watching camera feeds until...