CHAPTER 4:- THE WAREHOUSE

The air in the warehouse district hung thick with the smell of decay and damp concrete.Calon(mercenary leader), his enhanced hearing picking up even the finest creaks and whispers of the ageing building,shifted his weight impatiently. His level 2 ability while not spectacular, gave him an edge in this line of work.he could hear the subtle shifts in the ambient noise,the telltale sounds of approaching footsteps masked by the city's usual cacophony. Tonight's job was very lucrative -escorting a highly sensitive cargo,rumored to be a substance capable of enhancing the abilities of those yet to awaken. The whispers surrounding this cargo were enough to make even hardened mercenaries like him nervous. He and his team, agumented by a contingent of S.A.M.T guards,were waiting for the arival of the transport truck.

The official line was top-secret cargo, but the rumors were far more enticing. The hushed conversation amongst the guards alluded to the potential of this cargo to dramatically alter the course of an individual's life, a life altering opportunity only for those on the cusp of awakening. The rhythmic thud of his mercenary boots against the concrete floor echoed in the near silence.The darkness pressed in, broken only by the occasional flicker of a distant streetlight. Calon adjusted his earpiece, the comms crackle a constant low hum in his ear. "Jeremy, you there?" He whispered, his voice barely audible above the building groan. A static-laced response cut through the comms. "Yes sir". "Copy that" Calon replied,his voice low and controlled. He paused, listening intently. "Hank what's your status?" " I repeat Hank do you copy" ...silence, a growing unease tightened his chest "Jeremy standby am gonna go check on Hank".

Calon's grip tightened on his assault rifle, something was wrong, the night once merely a backdrop to a simple mercenary job, had transformed into something far ominous.