"Jose!" Miguel shouted, rushing to his side. "What happened? Who did this?"
Jose coughed, blood splattering on the ground. "It was a setup," he gasped, his voice weak. "They were waiting for us. I tried to warn the others, but..."
His voice trailed off as he lost consciousness.
Miguel cursed, furious. He knew he had to act fast if he was going to save the shipment and get out of there alive.
"Gio," he said, turning to his friend. "We need to find the others."
Gio nodded, his face grim. Together, they began to search the warehouse, their guns drawn and their nerves on edge.
They found two more of their men, both unconscious and bleeding from gunshot wounds. Miguel cursed under his breath, realizing that the situation was worse than he had thought.
"It's a trap," he whispered to Gio. "We need to get out of here before they finish us off."
