The Modern Ronin – An Unwanted Finding
The door to the warehouse was kicked open and two weapons were drawn. Lahav moved first and Iris behind him. Both of them covered a wide arc waiting for a target but there was nothing left to shoot. On the floor in front of them, almost at the door, one man was lying, holding a bag in one hand and a gun in the other. His back was red and full of holes and he was face down in a pool of his own blood. Further into the center of the structure were four street-racing tuners, slick and shining. Between and behind them, littered around them were at least a dozen bodies if not more. It was hard to tell for the only illumination came from the cars’ headlights and the floor was sticky with blood. Brown wrapped bricks of a kind were visible out of the open trunks of two of the cars. Death has already done his work but his smell lingered with intensity.
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