The darkness inside the Red Hook warehouse detonated into a symphony of tactical warfare. Through the pulverized opening of the shattered loading bay, six smoke grenades arced through the freezing air, hissing thick clouds of disorienting, chemical grey smoke across the concrete floor. Strobe-flash tactical lights cut through the gloom in blinding pulses, illuminating the rain sweeping into the cavernous hangar. Four elite Thorne Global private tactical operators, clad in…
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