It was exactly 11:45 PM. A thick mist hung over Port 4, bringing with it the heavy scent of salt and the rhythmic crashing of dark waves. Right on cue, Draco's massive cargo ship glided silently into the dock, dropping its heavy anchors.
At least twenty heavily armed guards deployed from the vessel, forming a tight perimeter around the dock. Luke stood near the ramp, nervously pacing as he oversaw the offloading of crates containing millions of dollars in illicit diamonds.
"Hurry up!" Luke barked, checking his watch. "We need to clear this sector before dawn. Abir and Arisa could be anywhere."
"They're already here, Luke," a deep, echoing voice cut through the sound of the waves.
Everyone whipped their heads upward. Perched precariously on top of a stack of shipping containers was Abir. His black leather jacket caught the pale moonlight, and right beside him stood Arisa. Her face was a mask of absolute coldness—the fragile girl was completely gone.
"Open fire! Kill them now!" Luke screamed, panic piercing his voice.
Before the guards could even raise their rifles, Arisa pulled the pin on a smoke grenade and hurled it into the center of the crowd. Within seconds, a blinding white cloud engulfed the entire dock. And amidst that blinding haze, Abir unleashed absolute chaos.
Abir dropped from the container like a shadow, wrenching an assault rifle from the nearest guard and opening fire with lethal precision. Inside the smoke, only the muzzle flashes and the agonized screams of Draco's men could be seen. From her high vantage point, Arisa provided flawless cover. Every time a sniper tried to lock onto Abir, Arisa's heavy revolver barked, sending a bullet through their chest.
Realizing the tight perimeter had collapsed, Luke grabbed the final briefcase of diamonds and bolted toward a waiting SUV. But before his hand could touch the door handle, the monstrous roar of Abir's **H2R** tore through the night. The superbike skidded sideways, blocking his path with millimeter precision, sending Luke crashing onto the wet concrete.
Arisa walked down the container stairs with slow, deliberate steps, stopping right over a trembling Luke. She pressed the cold steel barrel of her gun directly against his forehead.
"How did Draco like our first package, Luke?" Arisa whispered, her voice devoid of mercy. "Because it's time to send the second one."
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