The cell phone slammed against the wall with a loud crack, shattering the silence of the abandoned warehouse. "Wow, Outlaw. What the fuck?" Hunter's voice cut through the air.

I turned, an angry scowl etched on my face. "They fucking lost him, Hunter!" My partner's eyebrows scrunched in question. "What? Who?"

I pointed to the now broken phone lying listlessly on the dusty floor. "That was Cameron. Reaper and Savage had Kazik, but the bastard somehow escaped before they could take him. That’s why that motherfucker, Christoph, wasn't in this shitty-ass Brooklyn warehouse. Our mission has been blown."

The night air was quiet, the moon shining brightly as if mocking our efforts. I tried to loosen my tense muscles, running my fingers through my hair. "This is bullshit! A cluster-fuck of epic proportions. Priest wants me to find Christoph. He hopes that he’ll lead us to Willem. But how am I going to find him now? The fucker has probably gone underground by now. Fuck!"

Hunter threw his arms up in frustration. "Goddamn it!"

Sighing deeply, he placed a consoling hand on my shoulder. "Let’s regroup, man. How about we go get some coffee and plan our next step. There’s this diner a few blocks from this shithole that we can go to."

I was about to decline, but then the sky opened up, and a sudden shower of rain began to fall across the city. Even the weather was against me tonight. Hunter quirked a brow, pointing to the car. "Coffee?"

Seeing no other immediate option, I nodded, took my keys, and slid into the car.