Ace climbed down the old, rusty ladder of the water tower as quickly as he could. Bits of rust fell like dirty snow, and the ladder creaked loudly, making him nervous. Below him, Finley's scrapyard was turning into a battlefield. Ramos's men, led by a tough-looking guy named Marcus, were shouting at the closed gate. Finley's guards shouted back, gripping their guns tightly. Bright lights flashed on inside the yard, scanning piles of junk as Finley's men and angry dogs searched for Deke. The air crackled with tension, like a fight could break out any second.
Ace hit the ground running, his boots crunching on the dry, weedy earth. He sprinted towards Silva's pickup truck, hidden behind the collapsed shed. Silva saw him coming and frantically started the engine, the old motor coughing to life.
