**EXT. REMOTE ISLAND COAST - NIGHT**
The boats ferrying the last of the gold into hidden coves had already slipped into the darkness, leaving the freighter anchored off the island's coast. A thick fog rolled in from the sea, enveloping the area in an eerie stillness. The lights on the dock flickered faintly, casting long shadows as Kabir and the remaining crew prepared to settle in for the night.
Kabir, standing on the dock, watched as the boats disappeared into the black waters. He felt the weight of the night's silence pressing in around him. A quiet night was good, but in his line of work, silence could often mean something was lurking beneath the surface.
**INT. CABIN ON THE ISLAND - NIGHT**
In a dimly lit room on the island, the golden-striped leader sat at a table, reviewing documents and communicating with other branches of The Demons through encrypted messages. He looked up as Kabir entered the room.
"Kabir," the leader greeted him without looking away from his screen. "We're set for tomorrow. The gold will be moved inland in the morning."
Kabir nodded, but something weighed on his mind. He walked closer, his green-striped badge gleaming faintly under the room's weak light.
"Did you hear what the Engineer said? He thinks someone's tracking us," Kabir said, his voice low and cautious.
The golden-striped leader paused, his expression unchanged. "The Engineer hears a lot of things," he replied dismissively. "We've been running this route for months without issue. If someone was watching us, they'd have moved by now."
Kabir wasn't convinced. His instincts were usually right, and tonight, those instincts were screaming. He moved to the window, peering out into the darkness. The Demons might be the most powerful underworld organization, but that didn't mean they were invincible.
"Don't get paranoid, Kabir," the leader added, standing up and stretching. "We'll be fine."
But Kabir wasn't so sure.
**EXT. DOCKS - NIGHT**
On the docks, Simon was nervously pacing back and forth. His recent experience with the pirate attack had rattled him, and the events on the island only deepened his sense of unease. He wasn't used to this level of danger, and though he tried to hide it, fear clung to him like a second skin.
The Engineer was nearby, working on some equipment, his purple-striped badge catching the dim light. He glanced up at Simon and sighed.
"You need to calm down, Simon. You look like you're about to jump out of your skin," the Engineer muttered, barely looking up from his task.
Simon stopped pacing, glancing at the Engineer. "You don't understand. I've never been in a situation like this before. The attack, the traitor—it's too much. What if Kabir's right? What if someone's really tracking us?"
The Engineer let out a low chuckle. "You're green, Simon. You'll learn, eventually. Kabir's sharp, but this? It's all just another day in the business. Besides, the Demons are untouchable out here. No one's stupid enough to come after us."
Simon wasn't so sure. He looked down at the docks, where the fog hung low over the water. The whole place felt like a trap waiting to be sprung.
The Engineer paused in his work, noting Simon's expression. He sighed again, standing up and wiping his hands on his rag.
"Listen," he said, "being scared is fine. It keeps you sharp. But don't let it freeze you up. You've got Kabir watching your back. You'll be fine. Just don't do anything stupid."
Simon nodded, though his anxiety lingered. He looked toward the cabin where Kabir and the golden-striped leader were, hoping that Kabir had a plan if things went sideways.
**INT. CABIN - LATE NIGHT**
Kabir sat alone now, the golden-striped leader having left for the night. The cabin was dark, the only light coming from a small oil lamp flickering on the table. Kabir leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed, but his mind was racing.
He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The silence, the calm—it was all too perfect. Too still.
Suddenly, a faint sound broke the quiet. A scraping noise. Kabir's eyes snapped open, his hand instinctively reaching for the pistol at his side. He moved swiftly to the window, peering out into the fog-covered night.
Nothing.
Still, Kabir's instincts flared. He moved to the door and stepped out into the cool night air, his pistol held low but ready. The dock was empty, the ships moored silently in the water. But something was off.
He turned toward the shore, where Simon and the Engineer were, but they too seemed unaware of any immediate danger.
Suddenly, the fog parted, and Kabir's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of something in the water—a small, unmarked boat, moving silently toward the dock.
His pulse quickened. This was it.
Kabir moved fast, raising his weapon and signaling to the Engineer and Simon, who immediately stiffened as they saw the approaching threat. The Engineer dropped his tools and reached for his own weapon, while Simon fumbled with his, his hands shaking.
**EXT. DOCKS - MOMENTS LATER**
The unmarked boat drew closer, its silhouette barely visible in the dense fog. Kabir crouched low behind a crate, his eyes trained on the intruders. He counted three figures, all armed, and moving with the precision of professionals. This wasn't just a random attack—someone had found them.
The Engineer joined Kabir behind the crate, whispering urgently, "What do we do?"
Kabir's mind raced. They couldn't afford a full-scale shootout here; the cargo was too valuable. He glanced at Simon, who was crouched nearby, wide-eyed and visibly trembling.
"Hold your fire," Kabir ordered softly. "We don't know how many more are out there."
The intruders began moving up the dock, creeping toward the cargo. Kabir waited, his heart pounding. As they passed beneath a lamp, their faces briefly illuminated, Kabir's suspicions were confirmed—rivals. A rival organization had tracked them here.
He moved swiftly, silently motioning for the Engineer to follow. They flanked the approaching enemies, positioning themselves behind cover.
Suddenly, a loud crash shattered the tension. Simon, in his panic, had knocked over a crate. The sound echoed across the dock, and the intruders immediately snapped to attention, their weapons drawn.
Before they could fire, Kabir sprang into action. With precise movements, he dropped the first two with quick, silent shots, while the Engineer took down the third.
But more movement in the fog caught Kabir's eye. He wasn't sure how many more were hiding out there.
The docks fell into a deadly silence once again. Kabir, his breath steady, gestured to the Engineer. "Get Simon back to the cabin. We need to regroup."
The Engineer nodded, pulling the shaken Simon to his feet. Kabir stayed behind, watching the fog, his gun still raised. His instincts had been right—someone had been watching them.
And now, the real game had begun.
**INT. CABIN - LATE NIGHT**
Back in the cabin, Kabir stood over the map of their route, the weight of the night's events settling on him. He knew they couldn't stay here. The rival faction had found them, and more were likely on the way.
The golden-striped leader returned, his expression grim as Kabir explained the situation. "We need to move the cargo inland sooner than planned. We're being hunted."
The leader nodded. "I'll send word to the others. We'll need reinforcements."
As the leader left to make the call, Kabir remained at the table, his eyes fixed on the map. He could feel the storm building again, not in the weather, but in the underworld they inhabited.
Kabir knew one thing for sure—the Demons weren't just dealing with pirates anymore. Someone far more dangerous had entered the game.