CHAPTER 135

The air at the docks was thick with tension. Mist rolled in from the sea, turning the shadows into an ever-shifting landscape of uncertainty. Clara stood at the edge of the loading area, her eyes sharp and her nerves on edge. The intel had been clear—this was where Andrew Lane's allies would meet, and it was their best chance to expose his operation. She glanced at her watch. It was nearly time.

Phillip and Jessica arrived a few minutes later, their expressions set with determination. The rest of their team was spread out, hidden in strategic positions, ready to strike when the moment came. They'd planned this meticulously, knowing that one wrong move could mean the difference between victory and defeat.

"Everyone in position?" Phillip asked quietly as he came to stand beside Clara. His voice was calm, but there was a hard edge to his eyes that hadn't been there before.

Clara nodded, keeping her focus on the dimly lit warehouse in the distance. "They're all set. Just waiting for your