PHILIP SCOTT: THE LOST HEIR

CHAPTER 176

The tension in the air was palpable as Philip, Jessica, Greg, and Sam gathered around the dimly lit table inside the abandoned train station. The flickering light cast shadows that danced across their anxious faces, each person acutely aware of the gravity of the moment. The plan to intercept Delacroix's shipment needed to be precise and executed flawlessly.

“Here’s the route they’ll take,” Sam said, spreading the map across the table. “The shipment will leave the docks at midnight and head through the industrial district before reaching their drop-off point.”

Philip leaned closer, tracing the route with his finger. “We need to set up a blockade here, at this intersection. It’s narrow, so they won’t have many options to escape.”

Jessica frowned, glancing between Philip and the map. “What if they’re armed? We don’t know how many men Delacroix will have with him.”

“Exactly,” Greg interjected, crossing his arms. “We need to anticipate their moves. If they see us coming, they might turn b