The freezing cold breeze breaks with the sound of the reverse alarm from the port crane that lifted up another thirty-foot container of the freight ship and placed it into a waiting truck which carried the container out from the jetty and out of the port, following the convoy already moved ahead….
The mysterious man throws away the butt of his cigarette and huffs the smoke out from his lungs….
“The stake is high, Gustav…” he said, picking another cigarette and lit it up while the man beside him, who was personally overseeing the container transfer…..
“Your stake is…..” Gustav said, his eyes watching the last container leave the jetty…. “Playing with both legs at both parties…. Enough green to wet your beak….?” He asked….
The mysterious man sniggered, extended his hand, and both men sho
