A dreadful calmness loomed in the air on which Meenakshi was breathing. The only sound audible to her ears was the club and dub of her heartbeat that paced with every passing second. "I'm inside."Meenakshi whispered in the vicinity of the transmitter, attached to her right ear.
"Be careful." Dhruv said.
Meenakshi took a few steps ahead, with Vijay and Mark following her lead. None of them conversed in the given moment, except, whipping their hands in the air to show signals. Meenakshi gripped her revolver tightly in her sweaty palm, ready to aim it at anyone that came in her sight.
The interior of the warehouse appeared contradictory to the exterior. It was completely polished with good furniture, glass partitions and a sitting area. It just defies the world 'warehouse' she thought.
