The rumble of engines filled the tense air in the warehouse, shattering the oppressive silence that had fallen. Matteo, alert, tightened his grip on his weapon, his eyes fixed on the large, battered door that trembled slightly from the vibrations outside.
Alessandro's gaze shifted from Luca to Matteo. The intensity in his expression froze me in place, yet I couldn't look away. He was on edge, like a predator sensing danger in the air. His jaw tightened, and I saw him exchange a brief nod with Matteo, who immediately readied himself for action.
"How many?" Alessandro asked in a grave voice, his hand instinctively moving to the grip of his weapon.
Matteo stepped closer, stealing a glance outside. "At least three cars. Looks like they're armed."