One of Dante's men went down, a sniper round catching him in the chest, lifting him off his feet, dropping him motionless to the concrete.
Then another.
Then another.
Dimitri had snipers positioned outside the warehouse. Dimitri had overwhelming force. Dimitri had the advantage in every possible way.
But Dante's remaining men fought anyway.
They fought with the desperation of soldiers who understood they were likely to die but refused to go quietly.
A grenade exploded, thrown from behind Dimitri's positions, creating a concussive blast that sent three of Dimitri's men sprawling.
Marco was coordinating the assault, moving between positions, ensuring fields of fire, pressing the advantage.
Dante was crouched behind the metal container with Luca, trying to assess the situation, trying to find an escape route, trying to understand if there was any way out of this warehouse alive.
