The building's lobby was a tomb, dust hanging in the air as Ethan, Sarah, and Sarah Kane moved inside. Footsteps echoed behind them, and Ethan turned to see a familiar face: Marcus Reed, a wiry man with a limp, once a friend from Ethan's early days with Moretti. "Ethan," Marcus said, his voice hoarse. "Didn't expect to see you here.""Marcus," Ethan replied, lowering his gun. "You're with Moretti?""Not anymore," Marcus said, glancing nervously at the shadows. "He's got my family. Said he'd let them go if I helped him. But I'm done. He's holed up in a warehouse across town. I'll tell you where, but you gotta get my wife and kid out."Ethan nodded. "You've got my word." Marcus scribbled an address and handed it over, his hands shaking.As Marcus limped away, a memory hit Ethan hard: Lily, years ago, sitting on a park bench with him, her voice bright. "Never give up, big brother," she'd said, smiling. That promise fueled him now, stoking the fire in his chest.Sarah Kane checked the address. "This could be it. Let's move." They headed out, but a gunshot cracked through the silence, shattering a nearby window. Ethan dove for cover, his pulse racing. They weren't alone.