Chapter 6 - CHECKMATE AT THE HARBOR
Marcus Thorne was bleeding money, and he was losing his mind. Within a week, three of his illegal shipments had been seized by the Coast Guard, and his newly bought capos were demanding answers. Marcus stood in the center of Pier 42, screaming at his men to find Rowan Hale.
A mile away, peering through the scope of a high-powered rifle in a deserted warehouse, Rowan watched Marcus pace. Vance stood by the radio.
"You have the shot, boss," Vance said quietly.
"No," Rowan replied, his eye glued to the scope. "A bullet is too quick. I want him to know it's me. I want him to watch his empire rot."
Instead of pulling the trigger, Rowan initiated phase two. He gave the signal to Vance, who hit "Enter" on his laptop. Across the harbor, the automated cranes suddenly lurched to life, hijacked by Vance’s code. They began dropping shipping containers full of Marcus's contraband into the dark, freezing waters of the Atlantic. Millions of dollars sank to the bottom of the ocean in minutes.
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Through the scope, Rowan watched Marcus fall to his knees in despair. It was a flawless victory, but as Rowan lowered the rifle, Vance's burner phone buzzed. The hacker's face went white.
"Boss," Vance stammered. "It's a trap. Marcus didn't just send men to the hotel... he sent men to track the waitress."
