The echo of the dying scream faded fast into the cold damp air of the vast warehouse. Total darkness wrapped around the room like a thick blanket, hiding the shadows where Jax moved like a silent ghost.

Marcus cursed loudly, fumbling in his pocket for a cheap plastic lighter. He flicked the wheel, creating a tiny yellow flame that cast flickering shadows across his panicked face.

"Who is there?" Marcus shouted, his voice cracking with sudden fear. "Show yourselves!"

Before the tiny flame could burn down to his fingers, a deafening crash echoed near the front entrance. The heavy iron double doors flew off their hinges, blown open by a...