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Chapter 8 - Betrayal at Dock 44

The night air at Dock 44 was damp and heavy with the smell of saltwater and diesel fuel. Rain drizzled over the massive rusty shipping containers stacked three stories high like a maze of steel.

Damon, Ivy, and Rocco’s strike team moved silently through the fog. Armed with suppressed rifles, they positioned themselves along the upper catwalks overlooking the primary unloading zone.

Below them, a massive cargo ship had docked. Heavy cranes were lowering a large, unmarked red container onto the pavement.

Nikolai Volkov stood in the center of the docks, surrounded by a dozen heavily armed mercenaries. Beside him stood a man in a dark trench coat—a man whose face Ivy instantly recognized.

"My God," Ivy whispered, her blood running cold.

Damon glanced at her. "What is it?"

"That's Marcus Vance," Ivy said, her voice shaking with rage. "He was my father’s former partner in intelligence. He's the one who betrayed my family three years ago."

Damon’s hand squeezed her shoulder tightly. "He won't leave this dock alive tonight. I promise you."

Suddenly, a bright red laser sight painted the chest of Rocco’s second-in-command on the lower catwalk. A muffled shot echoed through the rain, and the man collapsed.

"Ambush!" Rocco yelled.

The dock erupted into chaos. Muzzle flashes lit up the dark night as Volkov’s mercenaries unleashed a torrent of gunfire toward Damon’s position.

"They knew our exact vector!" Rocco shouted, firing back from behind a steel container. "We've got a leak!"

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"It wasn't a leak," Ivy realized, looking down at the red container. "The call to Bogotá, the casino ledger—it was all designed to draw you out here to Dock 44 where Volkov has home-court advantage!"

Volkov’s loud, harsh voice boomed over a bullhorn across the docks. "Damon Cole! Did you really think you were the hunter? You brought your sweet little interpreter right to me!"

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