Chapter 55 - The Abandoned Shipyard
The fog swirled around the rusted shipping containers like ghosts. The smell of old metal, oil, and damp mold filled my nostrils. Pier #4 loomed ahead like the giant skeleton of a prehistoric monster.
I separated from Daniel, moving like a shadow toward the crane. I checked every steel ladder for tripmines. Fifteen minutes later, I was thirty meters up, setting up a sniper nest. I attached the infrared scope to my rifle and scanned the area.
"I’m in position," I whispered over the radio. "No heat signals in a five-hundred-meter radius. He’s hiding very well."
"I’m entering the main warehouse," Daniel’s voice came back dry.
Through the scope, I saw Daniel moving along the rusted corrugated wall. He stepped inside the massive, roofless warehouse. It was a chaotic mess of broken ship parts, snapped cranes, and deep shadows.
Suddenly, high-intensity floodlights flickered on from all four corners, blindingly bright, pointed straight at Daniel.
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"Welcome home, Daniel," a voice boomed through the loudspeaker, dripping with cruelty.
I immediately aimed for the control room high above, but the windows were reinforced with steel.
