Maia Mesa grew up with her family in Cuba, but that suddenly changed, and she found herself in a position no one wishes to be, without family.
Marcus Burnett, a repentant and good soul takes her as his own daughter, as well his wife Theresa, a new...
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It was time.
Am I scared?
Of course I am, but I couldn't let them do this alone. Also, it's not like I'm going to be much of help, I have simple orders, from my superior—Dad— as he said to me.
The orders were clear: stay here, no matter what.
In the van with AMMO, we were on high alert, scanning the area for any sign of trouble. Our role was to provide backup, and by "we," I meant that they were the ones in the thick of it. I wasn't built for front line action—my experience and training were limited compared to theirs. However, I was ready to step up if needed. If it came down to it, I'd march into that building without hesitation, even if it meant facing whatever awaited inside. Even though I knew my role was mostly to stay put and watch.
Mike was approaching the old, run-down building, and we kept a close watch on him through the tiny camera embedded in his necklace. The building was in a bad state, its once-grand design now crumbling and forgotten. Despite how bad it looked, there was something almost strangely calming about it, as if it was peaceful in its own way. If someone put in the effort—fixed the broken windows, cleaned up the trash, and planted some flowers—it might have been a nice place to stay. But right now, it was just a creepy, dangerous old structure, and we were about to deal with the danger it held.
Despite its eerie appearance, the place was about to become the scene of a crucial confrontation.
Every second that ticked by felt heavier, knowing that soon enough, we'd be dealing with whatever or whoever, is inside that building. We needed to get this right, and we all knew it.
"No visible threats." Dorn's report was reassuring, but it did little to ease the tension in the van.
Kelly, who was intently focused on her tablet, added without looking up, "There's no way she's here alone." Her fingers moved swiftly over the screen as she continued to analyze the data.
Mister Ego, I don't give a fuck his name, had been sitting with an air of superiority, decided to weigh in. "It's the cartel, they've got serial backs up, unlike us." He shot a dismissive glance in my direction, making it clear he didn't think much of my presence.
The comment hit me hard. I felt my anger rise. "What did you just say?" I stood up, my voice laced with irritation and frustration.
"I'm just saying..." he began, but he didn't get the chance to finish his thought. Before he could continue, I grabbed him by the face, my grip firm and unyielding. My patience had worn thin, and I wasn't going to let him belittle me any longer.
"Guys! Calm down! Maia!" Rita's voice cut through the air, trying to diffuse the situation.
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