The fire devoured Dock 9 greedily, sending orange flames licking at the thick night sky. Cassian Northvale stood at the edge of the vibrating deck, his eyes narrowing through the lung-choking black smoke. Amidst the blaze, he saw the bound silhouette of Mr. Breyer, his head hanging weakly as the seawater began to creep up his legs.
Secure the left side! Don't let the flames touch the fuel tanks! Cassian shouted through his earpiece.
Sir, the area is unstable! You have to get out now! Agent D’s voice sounded panicked in his ear.
Not without Breyer! Cassian lunged into the curtain of fire. His skin felt like it was roasting, but the anger in his chest burned much hotter. With one powerful jerk, he severed the chains binding Breyer using a small laser cutter from his pocket. The old man’s
