THE RISE OF JORDAN RIVERS

THE ATTACK NIGHT

The meeting place for the criminal alliance's illegal transaction was the abandoned warehouse, and Jordan and his group had gathered there near its entrance. The night was completely dark. Anxiety permeated the air, a tangible tension that cast a thick shadow over the crew. They were in the secretive world of their mission now, the far-off hum of the metropolis seemingly fading away.

Gazing over his crew, Jordan stood out like a shadow in the dark cityscape. Each person proceeded purposefully while donning tactical gear, securing equipment, and inspecting guns. A click indicated the oncoming operation's gravity, and there was an intermittent click when ammunition was loaded.

In front of them was a warehouse that was falling apart, with broken windows and walls marked by the passage of time. It seemed to be a silent witness to the illegal actions that had taken place inside. The sound of rusted doors creaking as they got closer broke the stillness and signaled them that they had entere