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‡ Somewhere in the outskirts of Texas
The warehouse loomed large in the dimly lit dockyard, an ominous silhouette against the night sky. The only sounds were the distant cries of seagulls and the occasional hum of a ship’s engine. Inside, the tension was palpable. Members of the DeSantos gang were pacing, their eyes darting nervously toward the entrance. They had breached the Winchester supply—an act of brazen foolishness that would soon cost them dearly.
Henry Winchester, a man of his word and a legend in the underworld, stepped out of the shadows. His presence alone seemed to suck the air out of the room. By his side was Ana De Castello, her sharp eyes scanning the warehouse, her fingers twitching near her holster. Together, they were a force of nature, a deadly duo whose reputation had been etched in blood and fear.
As they entered, the DeSantos men froze, their bravado crumbling in the face of Winchester’s cold, unyielding stare. He didn't speak immediately. Instead, he let the silence stretch, suffocating the room with the weight of his unspoken words.
"I hear you have something that belongs to me," Henry finally said, his voice a low rumble. His eyes flicked over the crates stacked haphazardly in the corner, the logo of his empire unmistakable even in the dim light.
A murmur of fear rippled through the gang members, but their leader, a man known as Rocco, stepped forward. He was a large man with a scar running down his cheek, and he had built his reputation on sheer brutality. Yet, even he couldn't hide the slight tremor in his hand as he pointed a gun at Henry.
"Winchester," Rocco sneered, trying to mask his fear with bravado. "You're not taking anything. This is our turf now." He raised his gun, aiming it directly at Henry's chest. "You walk out of here alive if you leave now. Otherwise—"
Henry interrupted him with a chuckle, a dark, mirthless sound that echoed through the warehouse. "You must be new to this game, Rocco," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Because if you knew anything about me, you'd know that threats are the quickest way to shorten your lifespan."
The men around Rocco shifted uneasily, their confidence waning under Henry's unyielding gaze. "You've made a grave mistake tonight," Henry continued, taking a step forward. "Taking my supply, breaching my territory. It's not just an offense. It's a declaration of war. And let me assure you, it's a war you won't survive."
Rocco's face twisted with a mix of anger and fear. "You think you can just walk in here and scare us?" he spat, his grip tightening on his gun. "This is our time, Winchester. Your reign is over."
Henry's eyes darkened, and a dangerous smile played on his lips. "I don't need to scare you," he said softly. "I just need to make an example out of you."
Before Rocco could react, Ana moved like a shadow, swift and silent. The crack of her gunshot echoed through the warehouse, and Rocco’s body crumpled to the ground, a neat hole in the center of his forehead. The remaining gang members stared in horror, their bravado shattered.
