The stillness of the aftermath hung in the air, thick as the smoke curling from the barrels of their guns. Max and Vivian stood amidst the carnage, the bodies of Salvatore's men strewn across the warehouse floor like broken marionettes. The harsh fluorescent light cast long, eerie shadows that danced across the concrete walls, adding to the ghostly ambiance.
Max holstered his gun, his eyes scanning the room for any remaining threats. Vivian moved to his side, her gaze steely, her breath coming in measured, controlled intervals.
"We need to move fast," Max said, his voice a low rumble. "Set the charges and get out before more of them show up."
Vivian nodded, pulling a satchel of explosives from her bag. "I'll handle it. You keep watch."
