Fifteen minutes, Lian arrived at the old and rusty warehouse, alone. Just like Ivy had requested.
The structure loomed menacingly in the darkness, a stark contrast to the city lights glittering in the distance. His eyes scanned the surroundings, alert for any signs of movement. Every muscle in his body was tense, coiled like a spring ready to snap. He had to get to Lisa. He couldn't afford to fail her now.
He was a little calm as he walked through the doors because he knew that Edward and the rest of the back up were only two minutes away.
The huge men at the entrance escorted him inside after carefully searching his pockets to ensure that he had no weapons with him.
Inside the warehouse, the scene was even more dire. Lisa was still tied to a chair, her hair disheveled, her face pale but determined. She strained against her bonds, her eyes still darting around in desperate search for a way out. Fear gnawed at her insides, but she refused to let it overwhelm her.
