The harbor was almost completely dark.
Only a few weak lights flickered on the old shipping docks, their reflections trembling across the black water.
The wind carried the smell of salt and rust, pushing against the empty cargo containers stacked across the pier.
I stepped out of the car slowly, the door shutting with a quiet thud behind me.
From the outside it looked like I had come alone, but appearances were often misleading.
My men were already positioned around the harbor, hidden between containers, and the rooftops of nearby storage building watching every possible entry point.
Antonio stood a few yards behind the car, scanning the area carefully, one hand already resting near the weapon beneath his jacket.
I adjusted my coat slightly, the weight of the gun hidden inside rested comfortably against my ribs then I nodded once toward Antonio.
Stay back.... watch everything..... if anything goes wrong.... you know what to do.
