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As soon as the bullets started raining down, Arjun and I instinctively shielded ourselves and ran inside the warehouse to take cover. The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder, and the deafening sound of gunfire echoed through the vast space.
We didn't dare launch an attack on them because we had no idea where they were hiding or how many of them there were. The unpredictability of the situation was nerve-wracking. We could hear the bullets whizzing past us, hitting the walls and the ground around us, creating an atmosphere of sheer chaos and panic.
While taking cover, I peeked through a small crack in the wall to assess the situation. It was from this vantage point that I noticed the pattern in their firing. The precision and timing of the shots made it clear that they were highly organised and well-coordinated. This was no random attack.
From the way the bullets were coming at us, it became evident that there were at least four shooters. They seemed to be working in shifts, covering each other and creating a relentless barrage of gunfire. The realisation sent a shiver down my spine; we were up against professionals.
Arjun whispered to me, "We need to find a way to pinpoint their locations without exposing ourselves." His voice was strained, betraying the tension we both felt.
We both knew that rushing out blindly would be suicidal. The warehouse, with its maze of crates and equipment, provided temporary refuge, but it also made it difficult to move around without being detected. Each step we took felt like a gamble with death.
As we huddled behind a stack of crates, I quickly formulated a plan. We needed to outsmart them, using the warehouse's layout to our advantage. The first step was to create a diversion. I found an old, rusty metal pipe and tossed it to the far end of the warehouse.
The clattering noise drew some of the gunfire in that direction, momentarily easing the pressure on our position. The brief lull gave us a moment to catch our breath, but the sense of urgency was ever-present.
Using this brief window of opportunity, we moved to a better vantage point, hoping to catch a glimpse of our attackers. As we carefully advanced, the tension was palpable, each creak of the floorboards sounding louder than it was. Our senses were heightened, and every shadow seemed to hide a potential threat.
By the time we reached another door inside that led us to the backroom, our team was already prepared and waiting, but I ordered them not to attack.
"No one will do anything! I repeat, no one will do anything," I commanded over the walkie-talkie to the men who were preparing and some were already charging outside.
