Noah’s POV
The men on the deck roar out loud, people scattering in all directions, everyone trying to protect themselves as shots ring out from the opposite side, joining in with our own.
The box truck slams into reverse, tearing back down the road before reversing into a gap in the container stacks to turn himself around. As he Starts to straighten up, there is a sound of a single shot, before the echo of broken glass, the truck slowing, before rolling to a stop.
I peer over the top of the forklift, firing a few shots as guns appear in the hands of most of the criminals. The two dock workers who are unarmed, try to run for the boat, heading up the gangplank, before the man leading, stumbles before falling to the side, blood spurting from his head as he disappears into the water below.
