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The SUV slowed as it entered the warehouse district.

Abandoned buildings lined both sides of the narrow road, windows dark, walls stained by years of weather.

Weeds forced their way through cracks in the pavement. A rusted sign above an empty loading bay creaked whenever the wind caught it. The air smelled of damp concrete and old oil.

The target building sat at the end of the street.

Three floors of concrete. Black windows. Nothing moved around it. No cars. No lights. Just the quiet weight of a place that had been empty for a long time.

Dexter checked his phone. "The sedan is gone." Liam glanced through the windshield. "Your people?"

"Already in position. Four outside. Two covering the rear." Jack looked between them. "So we’re not walking into this blind."

Dexter gave him a sideways glance. "We never ever walked into anything blind."

Jack nodded . The SUV stopped half a block away. The second vehicle pulled in behind them. Engines cut. Doors opened in near silence. Dexter stepped out first.

"Stay close."Jack followed. Liam came last. The street was quiet enough to hear their footsteps on the broken asphalt. Somewhere farther down the block, a loose piece of metal shifted in the wind and went still again.

Dexter’s men emerged from the shadows one by one dark clothes, earpieces, weapons kept low beneath their jackets. One approached.

"Boss." What do we have? "Front entrance clear. Rear clear. No vehicles inside."

"Movement?"

"None."Dexter looked at the building. "Power?"

"Main line is disconnected. Someone’s running a separate supply."Liam’s eyes shifted toward the upper windows. "So someone is inside."

"That’s the assumption." Jack rolled his shoulders. "Assumptions usually make things interesting."

Liam glanced at him. "Try not to make them worse." Jack smiled. "No promises."

They crossed the street. The front entrance had been chained shut, but the chain was old and rusted.

One of Dexter’s men cut it. The metal snapped with a sharp crack that echoed down the empty road and faded into the dark. No one reacted.

The door opened onto darkness. Dexter raised two fingers. His men spread immediately. One entered. Then another. Jack followed without hesitation. Liam came last.

Dust. Oil. Something metallic underneath. The air inside was colder than outside. Their footsteps sounded too loud against the concrete floor.

The ground floor was mostly empty. Old shelving lined the walls, some of it collapsed. Wooden crates sat stacked near the far corner, their labels long faded. Jack stopped near the center of the room.

"Someone’s been here." Liam looked at the floor. Fresh boot prints cut through the dust. Not many. Recent enough that the edges were still sharp.

Dexter crouched beside them. "Yesterday. Maybe this morning."Liam looked toward the staircase. "Up."

They moved slowly. No wasted noise. The stairs creaked under their weight, each step careful. At the first landing, Dexter’s man raised a fist. Everyone stopped.

A faint sound came from above a chair scraping across concrete, then silence.

Jack looked at Liam. Liam nodded once.

The man continued up. Three steps. Four. He disappeared around the corner. A second later: "Clear."

They followed. The second floor held a row of old offices. Most doors stood open, rooms empty except for dust and broken furniture. One door was different. It stood open, light spilling faintly from inside.

Dexter’s man checked the angles, then stepped aside.

Inside: a desk, two chairs, a monitor still glowing, and a small collection of surveillance equipment. Cables ran neatly along the wall. A separate power unit hummed quietly in the corner. Jack walked in and looked around.

"Well. Dexter entered behind him. "Found something."

Liam approached the desk. The monitor was still running. One live feed showed the street outside.

Another showed the warehouse where Liam had met Peter. A third showed the road leading to the industrial park. The images were clean. Recent.

Jack looked at the screen. "They’ve been watching your company too."

"Looks like it." One of Dexter’s men checked the equipment. "Boss, these feeds are live."

"How recent?"

"Seconds. They’re updating in real time."

Jack glanced toward the window. "So they’re still watching us."

Liam turned. "Maybe. Or they want us to think they are." Dexter glanced at him. "Same conclusion."

Jack walked to the desk and picked up a photograph. The industrial yard, taken from a distance. Beneath it lay another. The villa.

Jack’s expression changed. "Liam."

Liam took it. The picture had been taken from across the road. The angle was unmistakable. His villa. The front gate. The tree line. Even the faint outline of one of the security women on the far path.

Jack’s voice lost its humor. "They’ve been watching the house." Dexter looked over his shoulder. "How old?"

Nothing was written on the back. Liam studied the image. The light, the shadows, the position of the vehicles. "Recent."

Dexter’s jaw tightened. "Search everything."

His men moved immediately. Cabinets opened. Drawers emptied. One checked beneath the desk. Another examined the equipment, tracing cables and power sources. Dust rose in the still air.

Liam remained still. Cameras. Photographs. Separate power supply. Someone had invested serious resources into watching him not just the warehouse, not just the company.

The villa. His people. His movements. This wasn’t curiosity. It was surveillance. Careful. Patient. Professional.A drawer slammed shut.

"Boss." Dexter turned. One of his men stood beside a filing cabinet. "Found something."

He placed a thin black notebook on the desk. Dexter opened it. Pages of handwritten numbers filled the first sheets. Dates. Locations. Vehicle descriptions. Names. Times of arrival and departure.

Liam leaned over. The handwriting was neat. Almost unnaturally neat. Consistent pressure. No hesitation in the lines. Dexter turned another page. Then another. His expression hardened.

"Recognize anyone?"

Liam scanned the names. Most meant nothing. Delivery drivers. Security contractors. A few local business owners. Then he saw one word written in the margin beside several entries, underlined once.

Whiteman. His eyes stayed on it. Dexter noticed. "What?"

"Nothing." Liam closed the notebook. Jack looked at him. "You sure?"

"Yes." A sound came from downstairs. Everyone froze.

Footsteps. Slow. Unhurried. One. Two. Three. Someone was walking through the ground floor with no attempt to hide their presence.

Dexter’s men drew their weapons. Jack’s hands tightened into fists. Dexter raised one finger. Silence settled over the room, thick and waiting.

The footsteps stopped.Then a single sound from below.A phone ringing.Nobody moved.

The ring was sharp in the empty building. It continued for several seconds, then cut off.

Liam looked at Dexter. Dexter’s eyes were already cold.

"Stay here."

He started toward the stairs. Liam caught his arm. "No."Dexter looked at him. Liam listened. The building had gone completely still again.

The phone stopped ringing.A second later, every monitor in the room went black.

The building fell silent.Then the lights came on.All at once.

Every window on the opposite building illuminated in a sudden, clean wash of white. The glow cut through the dark street and spilled across the cracked pavement below.

Jack turned toward the glass. His expression changed.

"Liam..."

Across the street, a figure stood behind one of the windows.

Still. Watching them.For a moment nothing moved.Then the figure raised one hand.

And waved.

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