19:47 – Dublin Docklands, IrelandThe rain fell in needles, cutting against the black water of the Liffey. Cargo ships groaned under the night weight, cranes stood like steel giants watching over the dock. Somewhere beneath that industrial skeleton, Gregory Vancouver stepped off the black van that had carried him across the border, his shoes splashing against oil-stained puddles.He walked like a king, or at least he told himself he did. His back hurt, his pride hurt more, but his chin never lowered. He had survived Adriano’s leash, survived Hades’ shadow, and tonight he would remind the Irish that he was not a man to be discarded.His loyal guard, Marco, walked beside him, the only face Gregory still trusted. Behind them, half a dozen men who had sworn loyalty stood, eyes sharp, hands brushing against their weapons. The air was soaked with danger, but Gregory inhaled it like perfume.“Smell that, Marco?” Gregory said, adjusting his coat. “That’s the smell of fear waiting to bend.”Ma
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