By the time they arrived at their destination, the sun was beginning to set, casting a deep orange glow over the rows of abandoned warehouses and factories. The air smelled of rust and oil, and the streets were eerily quiet.
Quill parked the car near an old, rundown building with shattered windows and overgrown weeds. "This is the place," he said, checking his equipment. "Bryan said the energy signature is coming from somewhere inside."
Eamon swallowed hard as he stepped out of the car, his hand instinctively going to the talisman around his neck. This was it—his first real mission without the safety net of the entire team behind him.
Pierrot walked up beside him, his calm presence offering a strange comfort. "Stay close," Pierrot said. "We don't know what we're dealing with yet."
