They met before dawn. The sky was still dark. The city slept. Only the river had sound.
Lucian and Lorenzo stood by two black trucks. Their men waited in the shadows. Motorbikes, cars, and a van full of gear were near the crates. No one spoke much. They only checked guns, belts, and maps.
Lucian looked at Lorenzo. “We move fast.”
Lorenzo nodded. “We move clean.”
Marco stepped forward. “Boss, we split into three teams.”
Lucian said, “Explain.”
Marco pointed to the map. “Team one takes the east pass. Team two blocks the south road. Team three hits the port. We trap any van moving from the villa route.”
Dario tapped the map. “Alvaro’s men will try to cross the old bridge to reach the highway. They use that route when they want to leave fast.”
Lorenzo added, “They will take the dirt ro
