The voice was chilling, echoing through the vast, drone-filled warehouse. I exchanged a quick glance with Greg, both of us instinctively ducking behind one of the rows of drones. My pulse quickened, the weight of the situation crashing down on me. We'd been caught—or worse, Beltran had expected this all along.
A figure emerged from the shadows near the entrance, flanked by two men. Even in the dim light, I recognized him: Alejandro Beltran. His sharp suit and calculating eyes stood in stark contrast to the cold, industrial setting around him. He moved with a confidence that sent a chill down my spine.
"You've been meddling in my affairs for too long," Beltran continued, his voice low but dangerous. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice? That I wouldn't prepare for this exact moment?"
