Lucius stepped out of the taxi that dropped him at the seaport, where Tsar was rumored to be. He slipped a hand into the pocket of his black blazer, fingers brushing the concealed gun, then pulled out his phone to check the last message of Tsar's location. After a quick glance, he slid it back into his trousers pocket and began his search.
The port was confusing, a labyrinth of containers, cranes, and shadowy passageways. Each turn seemed to stretch the distance between him and his target. Tsar was somewhere close but far too, and every passing second meant he was closer to escape.
Lucius quickened his pace, weaving through the zigzagging paths of the docks that all looked maddeningly alike.
Then, the sharp blare of a ship's siren reverberated. Lucius stopped and finally realized from where that sound had come.
He heard the phone's vibration in his pocket as he sprinted toward the massive cargo ship, its engines rumbling, preparing to depart. He yanked it out with one hand.
