Xander was in command, his voice steady over the comms as he directed his men to cover every corner of the port. Rebel had checked in first, reporting the east side was clear before moving toward their designated meeting point.
“All clear here,” Navy’s calm voice came from the west.
“South clear,” Arrow chimed in.
Xander crouched behind a stack of steel containers, eyes sharp, his instincts gnawing at him. Something was not right. The ship was there, moored and waiting, but the surroundings were too quiet. Silence was never a good sign.
“Something is not right,” he murmured, scanning every shadow, every unnatural stillness. His gut told him they were being lured.
“Sage, security heading your way,” Rebel warned.
Xander ducked low as a floodlight swept past his position. The crackle of
