Chapter 10 - A Deadly Trap Is Sprung
The following Friday afternoon, Ivan received an anonymous text message on his secure corporate burner phone while reviewing architectural blueprints. The message contained a single address in an abandoned warehouse district down by the Brooklyn Navy Yard and three words: Come alone now.
Knowing it was likely a trap set by Marcus or Arthur, Ivan didn't hesitate; he locked his office door and headed straight down to the parking garage. He slipped his military-issued tactical folding knife into his suit jacket pocket before sliding behind the wheel of his black sedan.
The drive across the bridge took thirty agonizing minutes through heavy weekend traffic. When he pulled up to the dilapidated brick warehouse, the surrounding area was eerily silent, save for the howling autumn wind blowing off the murky river.
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Ivan stepped out of the car, his senses heightened to military-grade alertness as he pushed open the rusted metal sliding door. The interior was cavernous and dark, illuminated only by shafts of pale sunlight piercing through broken skylights high above.
“I knew a simple janitor wouldn't have the guts to show up alone,” Marcus Vance’s voice echoed mockingly from the shadows above the catwalk. Three heavy-set men stepped out from behind concrete pillars, blocking every possible exit route.
