C138 Everything Faded to Black.

Tires screeched on the rough pavement as I swerved, forcing the car to its limits. Dust choked the air as I sped toward the warehouse. The engine roared—a battle cry.

"Hold on!" I barked, gripping the wheel. My heart pounded with the engine's growl.

Clayton and Dontrell braced behind me, jaws tight, fingers twitching on their guns. The eight men left in their convoy followed closely behind us