Raven arrived at the second port just after midnight on the second night of the attacks.
Thick smoke from the previous night's fires still hung heavy in the air. She stepped out of the armored SUV, boots crunching on broken glass and debris. The smell of burned diesel and scorched metal filled her lungs. Dante moved beside her, rifle ready, but she felt the trap the moment her feet hit the ground.
Caruso knew she was coming.
The port was too quiet. No panicked workers. No random security patrols. Just the low hum of distant cranes and the soft lap of water against the docks. Perfect setup for an ambush.
"Trap," Raven said quietly.
Dante scanned the shadows between the tall shipping containers. "How bad?"
