Chapter 14 - The Trojan Horse
The plan was incredibly dangerous and required absolute, flawless precision.
My father's offshore syndicate regularly used massive supply freighters to smuggle weapons and cash onto the oil rig.
Jax’s intelligence network had successfully intercepted the shipping schedule for the primary supply vessel.
The freighter was scheduled to dock at the rig just after midnight during a heavy coastal thunderstorm.
We spent the next twelve hours gearing up and memorizing the exact structural blueprints of the oil platform.
I kissed Grace goodbye in the bunker, holding her face gently in my rough hands.
She did not cry this time.
She looked me dead in the eyes and ordered me to end this nightmare permanently.
I boarded the tactical helicopter with Jax and a strike team of six elite operators dressed in stealth combat gear.
We flew under the cover of the violent storm, the heavy rain completely masking the sound of our approach.
We intercepted the massive supply freighter ten miles out at sea.
We fast-roped silently onto the wet steel deck of the moving ship, entirely avoiding the spotlight sweeps.
My team moved like lethal shadows, systematically neutralizing the heavily armed cartel guards on board.
We secured the bridge in less than five minutes without firing a single audible shot.
I tied the terrified ship's captain to the steering console and pressed the barrel of my suppressed pistol against his neck.
I ordered him to hail the oil rig and request standard docking clearance exactly as he normally would.
The captain’s voice trembled violently as he spoke into the maritime radio.
The radio cracked with static, and the rig's security commander cleared the freighter for immediate docking.
I smiled coldly in the dark bridge.
My father had absolutely no idea he was willingly inviting his own executioners straight through his front door.
The massive freighter slowly ground against the heavy steel bumpers of the towering oil rig.
Massive cranes began to lower thick metal ramps connecting the ship to the platform's loading bay.
I checked my primary weapon, the cold steel feeling completely natural in my hands.
I turned to my team and gave the final, silent hand signal to breach the facility.
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We slipped off the freighter and stepped directly onto the metal grates of my father's untouchable empire.
We were officially inside the belly of the beast.
