It was time to introduce a little fear. I pulled the main breaker. Clunk. The warehouse plunged into total darkness. What the hell? Victor’s voice echoed. Who cut the power? Check the fuse box. Dominic yelled. Flashlight beams started cutting through the dark. Frantic and shaky. I slipped through the open skylight, dropping onto the top of a stack of shipping containers inside the warehouse.
I was 20 ft above them, invisible in the gloom. I picked up a large bolt, a heavy piece of industrial steel I found on the roof and threw it against the far wall. Clang. The flashlight beams all swung toward the noise. Who’s there? Evan shouted. He pulled a gun. A flashy chrome pistol. He held it sideways like a gangster in a movie.
I moved along the tops of the containers, silent. I dropped another bolt on the opposite side. Clang. They spun around again. It’s Mason. Victor hissed. He’s trying to scare us. Mason, get out here, boy. I wasn’t Mason. I located my first target. Kyle. He had drifted away from the group to check the back office. He was alone. I dropped down behind him.
