Nightblade perched atop a rooftop, the neon glow of Blackreach flickering beneath him. He adjusted the earpiece, his voice low. "Tell me you have something."
A moment of silence. Then, the modulated voice of his informant crackled through. "I dug into the encrypted file. The Revenant's meeting is happening tomorrow—midnight. The location is locked down, but I have a lead."
Nightblade's jaw tightened. "Where?"
"A shipment of high-tech weapons is moving through the docks in two hours. I'm betting it's connected. If you intercept it, you might find a trail leading straight to the Revenant."
"Understood." Nightblade cut the connection and rose to his feet. The docks were a death trap—open space, heavy security, and nowhere to hide if things went sideways. But that didn't matter. He thrived in the impossible.
The Blackreach docks were alive with activity—cranes shifting cargo, workers moving in synchronized chaos, and guards stationed at key points. The air was thick with salt and oil, the distant hum of a cargo ship blending with the sound of lapping waves.
Nightblade moved like a shadow, slipping between shipping containers, his steps soundless against the damp concrete. He counted eight guards. Armed. Professional. Not the usual thugs. The Revenant was stepping up his game.
From his vantage point, he spotted the shipment. A reinforced truck, surrounded by enforcers, its cargo hold protected by a digital lock. He needed a way in.
Then, an opportunity.
One of the guards stepped away, lighting a cigarette near a stack of barrels. Nightblade struck fast—grabbing him from behind, cutting off his breath, and pulling him into the darkness. A swift, silent takedown.
With the man's keycard in hand, he moved toward the truck, his muscles coiled. This was it. The next step toward unraveling the Revenant's operation.
As he reached the truck's side, a low chuckle echoed behind him.
"You're predictable, Nightblade."
He spun, only to be met with the barrel of a gun aimed at his head. The informant had been compromised. And now, the trap was closing in.