CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX THE MISSION

As Luke Green stepped out of his sleek black car, he took a moment to survey his surroundings. The dilapidated warehouse loomed before him, its rusty exterior a stark contrast to the gleaming skyscrapers that dotted the skyline in the distance. Luke's eyes narrowed as he scanned the area for any signs of danger, his senses on high alert. He adjusted the collar of his black trench coat and made his way toward the entrance of the warehouse, his footsteps echoing ominously in the deserted street. As he reached the heavy metal door, it swung open with a creak, revealing a dimly lit interior shrouded in shadows. Luke stepped inside, his hand instinctively reaching for the weapon holstered at his side. The air was thick with tension, and the atmosphere charged with anticipation. He knew that whatever awaited him inside, he had to be prepared for anything. As Luke made his way deeper into the warehouse, he spotted a figure standing in the shadows, their silhouette obscured by the dim