#Chapter 78 - The Final Battle

Layla The battle was a blur of sound and movement around me. Aldo and Dmitri’s hidden forces sprang into action around the warehouse, and the result was a constant echo of gunfire and shouting, men darting across open spaces as they ran from cover point to cover point. Gun in my hand, I couldn’t find a target to aim at, let alone shoot. What if I hit one of Aldo’s or Dmitri’s men by mistake? Why did I think I could do this? I pressed back behind the battered equipment, focused on my breathing. My heart beat too fast, despite my almost immobile state, and I couldn’t tell if the thundering in my head was from my pulse or the gunfire or some combination of the two. Who was winning? How could they even tell who was friend and who was foe? Surely, Aldo’s men would overpower Marco’s soon, right? The element of surprise was a powerful— An explosion ripped through the warehouse. The walls rattled, the floor juddered under my feet, and my cover of machinery lurched suddenly back