Yanex
We have raided six warehouses already, and all have been a fūcking dead end. It has been thirty minutes since my father sent the video of Amelia, and I am beginning to get anxious.
“Anything on the location of the video?” I asked Lombardi through the earpiece. My leg was shaking up and down in anticipation. I need something, anything.
“Nothing yet. Once I have the information, I will let you know.” Lombardi replied.
“Thanks. We are pulling up to warehouse number seven.” I replied through the earpiece. “Let go, boys.” I said once the driver placed the car in park.
We all got out of the SUV, ensuring our backs were covered, and our guns were drawn right in front of us. Like any other warehouse we raided, two went to check the front while two more and I went in through the back.
