As soon as the bullets started raining down, Arjun and I instinctively shielded ourselves and ran inside the warehouse to take cover. The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder, and the deafening sound of gunfire echoed through the vast space.

We didn't dare launch an attack on them because we had no idea where they were hiding or how many of them there were. The unpredictability of the situation was nerve-wracking. We could hear the bullets whizzing past us, hitting the walls and the ground around us, creating an atmosphere of sheer chaos and panic.

While taking cover, I peeked through a small crack in the wall to assess the situation. It was from this vantage point that I noticed the pattern in their firing. The precision and timing of the shots made it clear that they were highly organised and well-coordinated. This was no random attack.

From the way the bullets were coming at us, it became evident that there were at least four shooters. They seemed to be working in shifts, covering each other and creating a relentless barrage of gunfire. The realisation sent a shiver down my spine; we were up against professionals.

Arjun whispered to me, “We need to find a way to pinpoint their locations without exposing ourselves.” His voice was strained, betraying the tension we both felt.