In a cargo dockyard stood a massive metal beast of a ship, its silhouette illuminated by the glow of the yellow security lights glinting from the weathered black hull. Down below at the dock, a convoy of vehicles rolled onto the concrete as the seven vans and five cars raced to the rally point.
The procession drew up, discharging a swarm of men who dismounted the vehicles and surrounded them. The sentries stiffly held their positions, watching the progress of a figure venturing down the gantries, while the lead car door swung open and Mr Jones stepped out, regarding the man who was approaching.
He was shorter than Mr Jones but had broad shoulders and wore his long black hair tied back in a ponytail, a short beard disguising his massive lower jaw, while his eyes were so dark, they appeare
