Cruz:
The docks were dead quiet, just the way we liked them. Paid off the night guard at the gate. Slid him a thick envelope of cash and a nod. No words. Just a grunt of acknowledgment as the gate rolled open.
We were in.
Knox and I worked fast. We knew the routine—unmarked truck, no lights, phones off. Every shipment moved like clockwork. Smooth. Clean. No noise.
It was 11:30. The shipment had just dropped.
Twenty minutes to load it all—just boxes, but heavy ones. Taped shut, no markings. That’s how this game worked. You didn’t ask what was inside if you didn’t want to sleep with one eye open.
We had just finished when we heard it.
A shout. The sharp rattle of boots against concrete.
“Hold it right there!”
Fuck.
That voice didn’t belong to the one we paid.
“Run!” I barked, alre
