Chapter 4 - Preparing for War
The atmosphere inside the downtown club was electric with dangerous anticipation.
I had cleared out all the civilians and regular staff, replacing bartenders and bouncers with my most trusted soldiers.
Everyone was heavily armed and strategically placed in the shadows of the neon-lit nightclub.
I knelt down on the sticky dance floor and called Bruno over to me.
Tony handed me the custom Kevlar vest we had made for the dog years ago during the peak of our turf wars.
I strapped the heavy black armor around Bruno's chest and tightened the buckles securely.
"Good boy, Brun," I whispered, scratching the sweet spot right behind his ears.
"Tonight we hunt the bad men, just like the old days."
Bruno let out a sharp, eager bark, sensing the impending violence and readying himself to protect his pack.
I checked the magazine of my own weapon, slamming it home with a satisfying metallic click.
The neon signs outside flickered in the rain, casting long red and blue shadows across the street.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, displaying a text from my lookout on the roof.
Four black SUVs had just pulled up to the back alley of the club.
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The Petrovs had arrived exactly on schedule, thinking they had the element of surprise.
I signaled to Tony, and the main lights of the club went completely black.
