Page 121 of Jagger's Remorse
Scarlett's running tactical operations from the van, still too injured to fight but too stubborn to stay home.
Three days since she ‘executed’ Blade on camera, and she insisted on being here.
"Copy that," I murmur, adjusting my kevlar vest. "South side?"
"Clear. Mouse has eyes on the loading dock. Says it's quiet."
Too quiet, my instincts scream.
But we need this win. Need to show Eduardo and everyone else that the Iron Veins protects its interests.
"Positions?" I check with my team.
"North secured," Poncho confirms. "Ready to breach."
"South locked down," Hammer adds. "On your signal."
"Loading dock covered," Mouse reports. "No movement."
I study the warehouse through my scope.
Everything about this feels wrong.
The intel came too easy.
The guards look too relaxed.
Even the fog seems staged, like cover for an ambush.
"We go in two minutes," I tell the team. "Clean and quick. Get the product, get out."
"Roger that," comes the chorus of confirmations.
The plan is simple.
Hit them hard, fast, leave no one breathing.
Take back what's ours and send a message, but plans rarely go the way you want them to.
"Remember," I add, "if shit goes sideways, we extract. Product's not worth dying for."
"Since when do we run?" Hammer asks.
"Since I said so. We've lost enough brothers this month."
Silence on the comms. They know I'm right. Six injured at the party. Two dead before that. The club is bleeding.
"Sixty seconds," I announce.
I watch the guards through my scope.
One flicks his cigarette away, says something that makes the other laugh.
They have no idea death is coming.
"Scarlett, anything else we should know?"
"Thermal shows maybe ten bodies inside. Clustered near the office, southeast corner."
