The Serpent's Trap

A pungent smell of rust and oil filled the air in that abandoned port warehouse. Every step I made echoed faintly through the shadows, my senses stretched thin.

Too quiet.

Too still.

I waved my hand at the two guys behind me to spread out, my fingers brushing against the grip of my gun, running over the cold ridges as if guided by muscle memory. The old place had been shut down for years, but the