“Your shipment coming in tonight will be ambushed. Move quickly, or you’ll lose it all. - An insider.
Adrian’s eyes narrowed. His heart was pounding. The message had been sent anonymously, and there was no sign of who had written it. Yet, there was an urgency in the words. This was no joke. Whoever sent it knew something.
Without hesitation, he called Marco’s attention to it. He couldn’t risk underestimating the threat, even if he didn’t know who had sent the warning. It could have been a ruse, but in his line of work, ignoring any warning, no matter how cryptic, was a mistake he couldn’t afford.
“Is this real?” Marco asked.
“Has to be; our shipment arrives at 11pm,” Adrian replied sharply. He checked his time, and it was 7 p.m.-ish.
“We’re now headed to the yard, Marco.”
“Yes, boss
