Chapter 20 - THE STING AT THE DOCKS
Night fell over the Brooklyn Navy Yard as cold rain drummed against the rusting iron roofs of the old shipping warehouses. Maya stood near the edge of the pier, wrapped in a long black trench coat, watching the dark waters of the East River.
Beside her, Agent Vance monitored radio transmissions from tactical teams hidden inside shipping containers around the perimeter.
"The buyer's vessel just entered the harbor," Vance reported in a hushed whisper. "They think they are meeting Richard's representative to finalize the weapon codes."
A sleek black speed boat glided silently up to the wooden dock, its engines idling with a low, threatening hum. A tall man in a tailored leather coat stepped onto the pier, holding a metallic briefcase.
"Where is Richard?" the man asked in a harsh foreign accent, his hand resting inside his coat pocket.
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Maya stepped into the yellow glow of the pier streetlight, her red hair catching the dim light. "Richard is dead, and his empire belongs to me now."
The man pulled a suppressed firearm with terrifying speed, but before he could raise his arm, red laser sights illuminated his chest from six different directions.
