CLAIMED BY THE DELUCCAS
“Boss, we’ve checked every route. Every dock. The last one was supposed to clear customs at 0300. GPS went dark at 0258. No distress signal, no chatter on any of our encrypted lines. Whoever’s doing this is ghosting us clean.”
The woman beside him, Lena, nods quickly. “It’s not amateurs, Don. The manifests were scrubbed from our servers too. Someone got inside our system, deep. We’re talking high-level access. Whoever it is, they’ve got money, tech, and balls the size of this city.”
Another man, Luca, leans forward, elbows on his knees. “We’re thinking maybe it's the Russians. They’ve been sniffing around the East Coast ports again. Maybe they want to test how soft we’ve gone since the treat
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