As the meeting progressed, James listened intently, capturing key details about the remnants' plans. The more he heard, the clearer it became that they were preparing for something large-scale—something that could potentially destabilize the region.
"Mobilizing our resources will be crucial," the leader continued, gesturing emphatically. "We have allies in different cities, and we can coordinate to strike when they least expect it."
James felt a knot tighten in his stomach. They needed to get this information back to Nathaniel and the others as soon as possible.
Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. A loud crash echoed through the warehouse as a group of men burst through a side door, brandishing weapons. Nathaniel's heart dropped as he realized they were not part of the meeting.
"Get down!" he shouted, instinctively pulling Claire and Ingrid behind a stack of crates as chaos erupted inside.
James, caught in the crossfire, quickly ducked behind a pillar, his pulse racing. He couldn't let this distraction ruin everything. He needed to gather the information they came for, no matter the cost.
The leader of the meeting, seemingly unfazed, shouted commands to his followers. "Stay calm! We can handle this!"
James could see the fear in the eyes of those around him. This was turning into a battle for survival, and he knew he had to get out of there before it was too late.