“The Wolf’s Trap”

"The wicked lurks like a roaring lion; seeking someone to devour."

— 1 Peter 5:8

Part I – The Predator's Roar

The night was thick with humidity and darkness.

In his makeshift fortress, Lorenzo paced back and forth like a caged beast. His mind was sharp, calculating every move with surgical precision. The anonymous message he had received filled him with a mix of fury and anticipation.

"Tomorrow is the day," he finally said, stopping before a city map spread across the table. "You all know what to do, right?"

His men nodded silently, though some avoided his gaze. They knew a single mistake could cost them their lives.

"I want the factory surrounded before dawn," Lorenzo continued, pointing to the marked location. "No one gets in or out without my say. If the Pastor or his disciple try to run… kill them. But I want to see their faces when they face me. I want them to know who the real god of this city is."

One of his lieutenants hesitated before speaking.

"Boss… what if it's a trap? Could be a police ambush."

Lorenzo smiled — a cold, twisted thing.

"I hope it is," he said, running his fingers along the barrel of his shotgun. "Then I'll kill two birds with one shot. But it doesn't matter who's waiting for me out there. No one will stop me. No one."

Part II – Preparations in the Shadows

In the abandoned church, Samuel (The Pastor) and Mateo were preparing for the confrontation.

They had received intel from local informants about Lorenzo's plan.

Though they knew the odds were against them, both were determined to face him.

Samuel sat before the altar, reading verses in a low voice.

Mateo watched from the doorway, his mind filled with questions.

"Master," he finally asked. "Do you really believe we can defeat him? He has men. Weapons. Resources we dona sen't have."

Samuel slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes glowing with an unsettling light.

"We don't need weapons to fight evil, Mateo," he said. "We need faith. And something even more important: truth."

Mateo nodded, though doubt still lingered.

"But truth won't stop his bullets," he muttered.

Samuel closed the Bible and rose.

"Perhaps not. But our actions can inspire others to rise against him. We are not alone in this, Mateo. There are people who have been touched by our cause. People willing to risk everything to stop him."

Mateo stayed silent for a few seconds, processing Samuel's words.

"Alright," he said. "But if we face him… we need to be ready."

Samuel gave a small smile.

"We are.

Trust me."

Part III – Ana's Shelter

Meanwhile, in the safe house, Ana was helping Elena prepare supplies for the coming days. Though still fearful, she had found a new purpose — to protect others.

"Why do you do this?" Elena asked as Ana packed bottles of water into a backpack.

Ana paused for a moment, thoughtful.

"Because someone saved me when I had nothing," she said. "Maybe I can't save everyone… but I can try."

Elena gave a sad smile.

"You're braver than you know, Ana."

Just then, the shelter's door burst open. It was Daniel, one of the Pastor's informants — a young man, panting with urgency.

"We have trouble," he said. "Lorenzo is planning a massive attack at the abandoned factory. He thinks the Pastor and Mateo will be there."

Ana felt a knot in her stomach. She knew Mateo and Samuel couldn't face Lorenzo alone.

"We have to help them," she said, rising to her feet.

Elena shook her head.

"It's too dangerous, Ana. You can't go alone."

"I'm not going alone," Ana replied firmly. "I go with you. With everyone willing to fight."

Daniel looked at her in surprise… then nodded.

"Alright.

But be ready.

This won't be easy."

Part IV – The Trap Is Set

At dawn, the old abandoned factory was shrouded in thick fog.

Inside, Lucas and Rebecca had set up an ambush with a small group of surviving officers.

Though they knew the odds were against them, they were determined to stop Lorenzo.

"Remember," Lucas said, checking his weapon one last time. "Don't shoot unless absolutely necessary. Our goal is to take him alive."

Rebecca nodded, though her expression showed doubt.

"And if we fail?" she asked.

Lucas met her eyes.

"We can't afford to."

Outside the factory, Lorenzo's men began surrounding the area silently. Each step cracked against the wet grass, but no one inside seemed to notice.

Finally, Lorenzo arrived — dressed in black, shotgun in hand. His eyes scanned the building, searching for any sign of movement.

"Welcome to hell," he whispered to himself before giving the order.

"Move in."

Part V – The Clash of Titans

Inside the factory, Lucas and Rebecca heard the first shots ring out. They knew the trap had been discovered… but there was no turning back now.

"Get ready!" Lucas shouted, raising his gun.

Lorenzo's men stormed the building, firing without mercy. Bullets ricocheted off metal walls, filling the air with chaos.

From the shadows, Samuel and Mateo appeared. Weapons in hand, but calm in their eyes.

"We've arrived," Samuel said, his voice cutting through the noise.

Lorenzo saw him and grinned.

"So the Pastor finally shows himself," he sneered, aiming his shotgun. "I thought you were just a myth."

Samuel didn't flinch. He stepped forward, facing Lorenzo directly.

"Your hatred blinds you," he said calmly. "But even the fiercest wolf falls when the hunter finds him."

Lorenzo laughed coldly.

"Hunter?" he mocked. "I'm the hunter here. And you… you're just another prey."

And with that, both sides clashed.

Bullets flew.

Shouts echoed.

Chaos reigned.

But in the middle of it all, Samuel and Lorenzo faced each other — two opposing forces colliding in a battle that would decide the fate of the city.

"Do not fear those who kill the body, but fear the one who can destroy both soul and body in hell."

— Matthew 10:28