The morning sun cast long shadows across the ruins of the warehouse wall and floor. The once formidable structure now lay in tatters, debris scattered everywhere from the intense gunfight and the explosion that had rocked the place the night before. The air was thick with the acrid smell of burnt materials like plastic and furniture, and the eerie silence was broken only by the occasional creak of settling rubble.
Three women, dressed in sleek, black combat attire, stepped carefully through the wreckage, their eyes scanning over every corner for clues. Their movements were methodical and precise, reflecting their training and experience as professional combatant.