Chapter 12 - The Raid on Pier 4
The Miami harbor was choked with low fog as Mark arrived at Pier 4 alongside a tactical FBI team.
A hundred-foot luxury yacht named The Sea Empress was idling near the concrete slip, its twin diesel engines humming.
Victor stood on the upper deck, overseeing crew members loading heavy metal storage cases into the hold.
"Federal agents! Freeze!" the FBI team leader shouted through a megaphone as they surrounded the dock.
Victor didn't panic; he simply smiled, pulling a remote detonator from his pocket.
"Always predictable, Mark!" Victor called down from the upper deck, his voice amplified by the boat's intercom.
"If anyone steps onto this gangplank, the fuel tanks on Pier 3 detonate automatically!" Victor warned.
Across the slip, a fuel barge anchored near a public restaurant began to beep with an electronic countdown timer.
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The FBI agents froze in their tracks, looking to Mark for a tactical decision.
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