The next day, I had a high-stakes underground deal to close. I ignored Gabriel, who was still waiting outside the estate, and left without even looking back. 30 minutes later, I boarded a luxury yacht anchored at the edge of international waters. My counterparty was a notoriously hard-to-deal-with black-market arms dealer.
He was seeking to trade for a batch of top-grade medical equipment urgently needed on the front lines from Silas. Silas had been temporarily tied up by the consortium elders, so he could only dispatch his most elite escort unit to accompany me.
As the yacht moved deeper into international waters, a dense fog suddenly rolled across the sea.
Boom! Three unmarked speedboats burst out from the mist. Heavy machine guns instantly tore through the deck's defensive line in a
