Chapter 6 - The Trap is Sprung
The shipyard was bathed in the eerie yellow glow of sodium lights. Fog rolled off the harbor, thick and freezing. Marcus stood alone at the end of Pier 4, holding a briefcase.
Donnie’s men were hidden in the shadows, rifles trained on the entrance.
Three silver SUVs rolled onto the pier. The doors opened, and a dozen armed men stepped out, followed by Silas Reed. He was a tall, aristocratic-looking man with cold, dead eyes.
"Marcus," Silas said, stepping forward. "It's a tragedy about Maya. She was a beautiful girl. Stubborn, though."
Marcus felt a surge of rage so violent it nearly blinded him. "Where is Captain Reynolds?"
"Right here," Reynolds stepped out of the second SUV, holding a rifle. "Sorry, Marcus. It's just business."
"Give me the ledger," Silas demanded. "And I'll make your death quick. The girl comes with me. She's my blood."
"You don't care about blood," Marcus sneered. "You care about control. But you made one mistake, Silas."
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"Oh? And what's that?"
"You thought I came here to negotiate." Marcus pressed a detonator in his pocket.
