"piece of cake. If the rest of them are this sloppy, we should be done by sunrise." Kally grins with a smirk on his face.
"Don't get cocky. these were the low level guys. The others will be better prepared." Jim whispers, nodding but cautious.
Brook agreed. He knew the hardest part was yet to come. Dominic's top lieutenants had always been dangerous and ruthless, unpredictable. But they were no match for what Shadow had become. Having him by their side, it's a win.
The last location was an abandoned night club, once a thriving business under Dominic's control. Now it's something more than a sunken ship. A decaying remnant of a fallen empire. Inside, the last of Dominic's men were hiding, the final pieces of the puzzle Lucas needed to complete Matteo's orders.
As they approached, Lucas could feel the tension in the air. This time there will be no easy victory. The men inside will be ready to shoot anything that comes through that door.
"Brook, Kally, take the back. Jim, you're with me. We hit them from both sides, no hesitation." Lucas speaking in a low voice as they crouched behind a parked car near the entrance.
They moved quickly. Splitting up as they approached the building. Lucas and Jim reached the front entrance, their eyes Sharp as they scanned for any sign of movement. Inside they could here the muffled sounds of voices. Dominic's men preparing for a fight.
With a nod, Lucas kicked the door open, and they stormed inside. Gunfire erupt immediately, bullets flying through the air as Dominic's men open fire from behind the bar and overturned tables.
"They're dug in! We need to flush them out." Jim shouting, ducked behind cover.
"Keep them pinned down! Kally and Brook will hit them from behind any second now." Lucas responded, firing back at the enemies.
The gunfire intensified, but Lucas stayed calm, his movement precise and calculated as he returned fire. A thug popped up from behind the bar, aiming directly at Lucas, but before he could pull the trigger, Lucas's bullet found his chest. The man dropped, his weapon clattering to the floor.
Suddenly, there was a crash from the back of the building, followed by more gunshots. Kally and Brook had breached the rear entrance, catching Dominic's men off guard. The sound of a body hitting the floor echoed through the night club, and within moments, the gunfire ceased.
"Didn't even break a sweat." Kally whispered stepping over a body, his grin wide.
Brook chuckled but Lucas remained focused, his eyes scanning the room one last time. It was over, Dominic's remaining crew is down. except for the last injured one on the ground.
As the team regrouped Lucas's thoughts drifted to Santoro's next move. The enemies were falling one by one, but something deeper was at play. Dominic's men weren't acting on their own. Lucas had heard whispers, about alliances, about a larger force moving behind the scenes.
The last thug lay bleeding on the floor, his hands raised in surrender. His face was swollen from the beating he had taken from Brook, and blood dripping from his nose.
Lucas stood over the thug, his face impassive but his eyes burning with purpose. Kally Brook and Jim positioned themselves around the room, cutting off any possible escape routes.
"You've got one chance. Tell me who else was involved in the attack on Matteo's son and this whole shit. Lucas coldly uttered, ducking down to meet his gaze.
The thug coughed, spitting out blood as he tried to sit up. His eyes darted nervously around the room. Landing on Jim, who cracked his knuckles threatening, then back to Lucas.