The abandoned industrial district had devolved into an ominous labyrinth of dilapidated warehouses, rusted machinery, and desolate service roads by the time Xaviere's convoy swept into the sector.
Dark clouds hung over the skyline, casting deep shadows across the neglected concrete structures.
His security chief leaned forward from the passenger seat, pointing toward a sprawling concrete warehouse hidden beneath the shadow of an elevated railway bridge.
"Thermal imaging indicates multiple human heat signatures inside the main structure," the chief reported smoothly.
Xaviere's features hardened into an expression of absolute resolve as he stared at the building. "That is where they are keeping her."
Several unmarked police cruisers converged from the opposite end of the avenue, their emergency lights deliberately extinguished to maintain the element of surprise.
"Law enforcement units are finalizing the outer perimeter as we speak," the chief added, checking his sidearm.
