The docks were dark and quiet as Cole and his group of fighters made their way toward the warehouse where Zack was being held. The tension was thick in the air, but Cole's focus was razor-sharp. He wasn't leaving without Zack.
As they approached the warehouse, they saw several guards patrolling the perimeter. Cole signaled for the group to split up, moving in from different angles to avoid detection. They needed to be fast and precise—if they alerted the guards too soon, Zack's life could be in danger.
Marco took out the first guard with a swift punch to the jaw, while Nadia and Ty handled the others. Within minutes, the path was clear, and Cole led the group inside.
The warehouse was large, with rows of crates stacked high against the walls. In the center of the room, Cole spotted Zack—bound to a chair, bruised but alive. Relief flooded through him as he quickly made his way over to his friend.
"Zack," Cole said, kneeling in front of him. "We're getting you out of here."
Zack looked up, his eyes filled with exhaustion but also relief. "Took you long enough."
Cole smiled grimly as he untied the ropes binding Zack's wrists. "Let's get out of here before more of them show up."
But just as they were about to leave, the sound of footsteps echoed through the warehouse. More men—underground enforcers—were closing in on them.
"Go," Zack said, struggling to stand. "I'll be fine."
Cole shook his head. "We're not leaving without you."
The fighters formed a protective circle around Zack as the enforcers moved in. The tension in the air was thick, but Cole's resolve was unshaken. This was the moment they had been preparing for—the moment they would fight back.
And they weren't going to lose.
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