"They're here." Ace informed
"Yeah, I see them." Riggs responded in a complete change of tone.
In a distance, a seemingly huge cargo ship is making its way towards the coast. Indeed, Alexander Han's information was accurate. The corners of Riggs' lips curled upward forming a subtle devious smirk. Just after a couple of minutes, the ship came closer and closer near the coast.
Riggs raised his hands and waved them as if asking for help. As the ship halted near the coast, a very few people started to arranged the platform that they will be using to transfer the illegal drugs.
"Hey, where are the goods? What happened there? Another wildfire?" a man whose face is almost covered with a beard and seemed in his early 40's speaks as if it was a normal occurrence. The town's people did a great job subsiding the fire —whatever their methods, it was commendable in Riggs perspective.
As the platform was ready and a few other people came out from the ship. The man spoke once again,
