Chapter 184

The night air was sharp and cold, the sea breeze brushing against the skin.

Waves lapped against the concrete walls of the harbor, stirred by the wind, while automated robots worked tirelessly, moving cargo back and forth.

It was late. Other than the ocean wind and the occasional call of a ship’s horn, silence hung over the waterfront. Guards stood ready at their posts, outwardly professional, with no sign of slack.