Chapter 10 - Breaking Into Warehouse Nine Under Dark
Mark felt a surge of pure, primal fury course through his veins as he heard Julian threaten his daughter inside the hospital.
He slipped through a rusted side door near the water's edge, his boots moving silently across the damp concrete floor of the warehouse.
Row upon row of wooden shipping crates provided dense cover as he maneuvered closer to the lighted center of the room.
Mark pulled a small road flare from his jacket pocket, striking the igniter pin against the cap to ignite a brilliant red flame.
He threw the sputtering red flare directly into an open drum of industrial oil rags near the back wall of the old facility.
Thick black smoke and orange flames burst upward instantly, triggering the old warehouse's emergency fire bell with a deafening gong.
"What the hell was that?!" Julian shouted, drawing his handgun and spinning around as the room filled with dense, acrid smoke.
Vanessa screamed, grabbing her designer handbag and the lighter duffel bag while backing toward the rear dock exit near the water.
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Mark stepped out from behind a wooden shipping crate, his iron flashlight raised as he lunged directly into Julian's path.
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