Noah’s POV
The captain nods his head, as he looks over toward the dock hands that are waiting by the edge of the water. 'Did you cut the security feeds?' he demands brashly, glaring at them each in turn, as one of the men nods quickly in return, holding up the walkie talkie that Connor mentioned before.
'Called it in as soon as we saw your lights' he replies to the older man.
Lifting his chin in acceptance, the captain turns back toward the container ship, yelling to the man at the top of the gangplank, who quickly nods before he, in turn, shouts orders to the other members of the crew, who all start to rush around the ship.
On the dock, the four dock workers organise themselves, one heading toward the controls for the crane as two others grab the hooks that start to swing as the crane
