The rain fell even harder against the glass windows of the main security office, creating a loud, rhythmic drumming sound that filled the room. Inside, the air was warm but tense.
Daniel stood by the main table, adjusting the strap of his tactical vest. His ears were alert, listening to the quiet footsteps in the hallway.
The heavy door pushed open. Harrison walked inside, his black shirt still damp from the rain down at the docks. The heavy, dark weight of his presence followed him into the room like a cold draft, making the space feel instantly smaller. He did not say hello. His face was a hard mask of pure focus, his dark eyes fixed on the empty main desk.
He drove like a mad man just to get here on time, he was tired of games, he has not slept well since the day Julius went missing. Every single hour felt like a year to him. He could feel the pulse in his neck beating fast, his muscles tight under his damp shirt.
