The cargo ship docked at Port Viera under the pale light of dawn. The mist rolled over the bay, thick as breath, veiling the outlines of cranes and shipping containers like ghosts waiting to be unmasked.Adanna adjusted her earpiece and scanned the horizon. The air smelled of salt and rust, the kind of air that clung to memory. She had been here once, years ago before love, before betrayal. Back when killing was duty, not regret.Victor stood beside her, dressed in dark tactical gear. His movements were silent but efficient, the rhythm of a man who had lived too long in shadows. His face was calm, but she could sense the unease beneath his stillness.“The perimeter’s quiet,” he murmured. “Too quiet.”Adanna gave a small nod. “They know we’re coming.”He looked at her sharply. “Then why walk in?”“Because ghosts only fear the living,” she said, pulling her weapon close. “And we’re not dead yet.”They moved through the docks like two shadows merging with the night.Every corner was a tr
 Last Updated : 2025-10-18
Last Updated : 2025-10-18