As Lily, Ethan, and Natalie drew closer to the expansive dockyard where Jack Monroe's biggest shipment was to arrive, the night grew uncannily silent. The silence was misleading; danger was there everywhere, even beneath the surface of the placid waters and in the shadows of the tall containers.
As Lily squatted behind a pile of crates, looking around, her heart pounded in her chest. Armed guards patrolled in close rotations, their radios crackling with updates, and the port was lit by powerful floodlights. As laborers placed bulky containers into their cargo bays, trucks were positioned in orderly rows, their engines running.
Ethan squatted next to her and said, "This is a fortress." His keen intellect was already weighing the dangers as his gaze darted from guard to guard.
