CHAPTER 88: MIDNIGHT ERRANDS

As the clock struck 9 pm, the moon shone like a bright ball in the sky, casting silver light over the old warehouse and giving it a spooky vibe.

Inside the sturdy armored car, Draymond Martinez, Keiffer, Drew, and Keno gathered around a sleek computer screen, their attention glued to the live feed of Lewis' men.

Deep in thought, Draymond furrowed his brow as he considered their next steps. On the screen, Lewis' men bustled around, moving heavy crates that suggested they were up to something shady.

"Looks like they're gearing up for something big," Keiffer remarked, his green eyes fixed on the widescreen.

Drew nodded, his fingers tapping anxiously on the edge of the computer desk. "We need to stay ahead of them."

Keno, his eyes filled with determination, leaned closer to the screen. "We didn't come this far to let Lewis slip through our fingers now."