The late morning sun blazed high above as Alex, Chris, Claire, Harry, and the police team who had just arrived approached the abandoned warehouse.
The air was tense, heavy with the weight of what they might find inside. Chris led the way, his voice low and steady.
"This is it," he said, gesturing toward the looming structure. "Vanessa stopped here. Emma has to be inside."
The police fanned out, positioning themselves to block any potential escape routes. Harry and his team moved quietly, their weapons ready.
Inside the warehouse, the bearded kidnapper and his clean-shaven counterpart were standing near Emma, preparing to execute Vanessa's orders.
"Let's just get this over with," the clean-shaven man said, his voice tinged with anxiety.
"What about what you promised us? You said we could do whatever we want with her....."
