Chapter 8 - The Shipping Hub
The port was a graveyard of rusted shipping containers and flickering warehouse lights. Caleb drove the truck into the shadows of the main terminal.
“I’ll hold the perimeter,” Caleb said, handing Grant a backup pistol he’d liberated from a mercenary. “You get into the terminal and download the files. I have the security codes for the maintenance bay.”
Grant hesitated, looking at his farmhand. “If we get out of this, you’re never touching a shovel again, Caleb.”
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“Just get the data, sir,” Caleb said, his jaw tight.
He watched Grant vanish into the shadows, then turned to face the gate. He could hear the low rumble of black SUVs approaching the entrance. He wasn't going to hide. He pulled the truck across the entrance, creating a makeshift barrier, and waited.
