The stench of salt and oil hit me the moment I stepped onto the docks.Even at night, the port buzzed with quiet menace—metal groaning. Cranes loomed like skeletal giants over rows of shipping containers, each one a coffin for something illegal: weapons, narcotics, black-market tech, or worse.
Daredevil crouched beside me atop a storage warehouse roof, his head tilted slightly as if listening to a conversation a mile away. His red suit was slick with condensation, blending into the dark like blood in water.
Ghostline's voice crackled in our earpieces."Thermal scans show six guards at the east perimeter. Two-man patrols, circling every seven minutes. There's a gap in the loop when they round the fueling station. You'll have ninety seconds to move."
I scanned the area."Any surprises?"
"Yeah," Ghostline replied. "This place is running a skeleton crew, but their systems are tight. Security drones on standby. Auto-turrets wired to motion sensors. You trip the wrong wire and it'll light up like Christmas."
Daredevil turned toward me."We'll need to move fast and quiet."
I smirked, flexing my fingers."Fast, I can do."
[Stealth activated]
We dropped from the roof like shadows sliding off the edge of the world.
Daredevil hit the ground first, rolling into a crouch. I followed a second later, landing behind a stack of crates. The patrol passed just ahead, their footsteps muffled by the constant clatter of the waves and metal. One of them lit a cigarette, the flare of the lighter momentarily exposing the tension in his jaw. He looked nervous.
We moved, ducking between containers, weaving through rows of shadowed corridors. I could hear Daredevil muttering sensor frequencies to Ghostline, his voice barely audible. The hacker fed us every opening, every moment of hesitation in the system.
Inside the warehouse, the real prize waited.
"Target crate is marked Delta-7," Ghostline said. "Manifest says it's carrying agricultural equipment. That's code. Crack it open and you'll find a fortune in untraceable weapons."
We found Delta-7 buried behind three other crates, each stamped with forged customs seals. Daredevil lifted the lock like it was made of tissue paper. Inside was a war—compact rifles, energy packs, smart-grenades, all tagged for off-the-books clients.
"Jesus," I muttered. "He's stockpiling for something big."
"No," Daredevil said, voice tight. "He's preparing for collapse."
As if on cue, the silence shattered.
Gunfire ripped through the dark. Alarms wailed. Floodlights snapped on, blinding and brutal.
"MOVE!" Ghostline shouted. "They knew! It's a trap!"
I dove behind the crate as bullets punched through steel like paper. Daredevil was already gone, vanishing into the chaos.
"Doors to the west!" Ghostline shouted. "Get clear! I've got an exit route mapped, but it won't stay open!"
I sprinted through the fog of smoke and sparks, vaulting overturned crates, weaving past burning boxes of munitions. A burst of fire nearly clipped me.
Daredevil emerged beside me, breathing hard, knuckles split and bleeding.
"We're not walking out," he said.
"No," I agreed. "We're blowing this place up. We can't let Fisk keep these."
I slapped the detonator from the last mission onto the weapons crate and yanked Daredevil toward the exit. We barreled through a side door just as a concussive roar split the night behind us.
Flames licked the sky. Black smoke rose like a funeral pyre.The docks burned.
We didn't stop running until we reached the edge of the industrial district. Ghostline's van waited, already revving. He flung the door open.
"You idiots are late," he snapped. "I had to spoof three surveillance drones and hack a gate lock just to keep your asses off the radar."
Daredevil collapsed into a seat. I leaned against the van, laughing."Totally worth it," I gasped.
Ghostline scowled, but even he couldn't hide the gleam in his eyes."You made noise. Big noise. Fisk will feel that."
"He already has," Daredevil said grimly. "But this was just his right hand."
"So what now? Do we go for Fisk? I mean… we have evidence to keep him locked up for good with that drive, and now that one of his main bases is gone…" I asked, not really knowing.
"Well," Ghostline replied, "there is one more base, remember. We could skip it—but it would make things more difficult."
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(okay guys this is a small chapter to give me a bit more time to think about if i wat to do the other base or to make the kingpin fight really long im thinking the kingpin fight but im not sure)
-do the other base
-or go to kingpin fight and make it a long chapter