Third person's POV
The abandoned dock at the edge of Pack Ace lay half-swallowed by mist, the sea stretching out beneath a moonless sky. Rusted chains clinked softly against metal pylons, the sound carrying farther than it should have in the stillness. This was a place meant for things that weren’t supposed to be seen.
Simon Jin stood beneath a flickering dock light, hands clasped behind his back as he watched his men dismantle crates they had unloaded only minutes earlier. Weapons were sealed again, tarps pulled tight with brisk, efficient movements. The deal was dead.
“Authorities are sweeping the west channel,” one of his subordinates reported quietly, stepping close enough to be heard but not seen from afar. “Someone tipped them off. Too clean to be coincidence.”
Simon’s
