Chapter 9 - THE AMBUSH AT THE DOCKS
The rain began to fall in heavy sheets,
blurring the neon lights of the distant city.
Victoria,
Clara,
and Marcus moved silently along the rusted corrugated walls of the warehouse.
The smell of salt water and rotting wood hung thick in the cold air.
Marcus signaled his men to fan out,
securing the perimeter of the building.
Clara pointed to a small broken window near the rear entrance.
"We can see inside from here,"
she whispered,
wiping rainwater from her eyes.
Victoria peered through the grimy glass,
her breath catching in her throat.
Inside,
tied to a wooden chair under a single bare lightbulb,
was a young girl.
She looked terrified,
her face bruised and her clothes torn from captivity.
"That must be Julian's sister,"
Victoria whispered,
her anger boiling over once more.
Suddenly,
a loud click echoed behind them,
making them freeze in terror.
"I knew you would come here,"
a voice sneered from the darkness.
They turned slowly to see Arthur standing there,
surrounded by five armed thugs.
Marcus immediately reached for his weapon,
but a thug hit him from behind with a pipe.
Marcus collapsed to the ground,
unconscious and bleeding from his forehead.
"Marcus!"
Victoria screamed,
but two thugs grabbed her arms,
pinning her against the wall.
Clara tried to run,
but Arthur himself caught her by her hair,
pulling her back violently.
"You brought this on yourselves,"
Arthur laughed,
his face illuminated by a sudden flash of lightning.
"Now,
I can eliminate all my problems in one single night."
They were captured,
May you like
disarmed,
and dragged into the depths of the freezing warehouse.
