“Shit!” James exclaimed, swerving the Ashton Martin sharply to the right in a frantic attempt to make his turn.
He succeeded, much to the cars’ screeching protest, and sped down the road well over the speed limit.
“Where are you? Where are you?” he chanted to himself, his eyes scanning the Chinese symbols on each of the run-down, filthy warehouses.
“Come on, dammit!” He shouted, reducing his speed slightly, impatience brewing within him, almost as powerful as the panic he was already consumed by.
His eyes lit up when he found the symbol that matched the one he had drawn sloppily on the back of his hand. “Bingo!”
James slammed on the brakes, much harder than he had intended to.
He threw the door open and pumped his legs as quickly as he could, racing towards the door in the humid night air, fueled by the fear of what he might find.
He whipped out his pistol and instantly shot the lock off of the rusty steel entrance door, kicking it open with all of his force.
He was instantly hit with a wave of thick heat, and the sour stench of sweat and blood that stung his nostrils. He proceeded in, unfazed, with his gun aimed and at the ready.
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