The air buzzed with the aftermath of victory, the metallic tang of blood mingling with the scent of gunpowder. There’s Silence in the warehouse, broken by the drip of water somewhere. Klien, his knuckles bruised and raw, shoved open a dented metal door. He went through around the warehouse until he heard momentary deep breathing, he looked around and found a girl under the debris. Klien holstered his weapon, the sharp click echoing in the silence. He knelt slowly, his movements measured.