Nyra’s point of view.We grabbed a boat and headed for town due to Ardonis’ claim that he “Knew a guy.’ The boat ride into town was a stark contrast to our peaceful island. The port was a chaotic scene of shouting men, screeching gulls, and the constant rumble of engines. There must be at least a hundred boats lined here. Ardonis expertly guided the boat into a crowded slip, his movements sure and confident. He grabbed a large, black duffel bag from under the console, and I couldn't help but wonder what, exactly, he had brought with him. It was heavy, that much was clear.He led me through a maze of narrow, winding streets, the air thick with the smell of diesel, fish, and spices. We stopped in front of a dingy, unmarked office building, the kind of place you'd never look at twice."The man we're meeting, Younis” Ardonis said in a low voice, his eyes scanning the street, "is the top supplier of medical supplies to underworld doctors. The kind who work exclusively for drug lords, maf
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