Bound by the Triplets
POV MADDISON
The deep, vibrating roar of the cargo ship’s diesel engines shook the entire concrete foundation of the warehouse as the massive vessel began to pull away from the pier. The pouring rain slashed through the open loading dock doors, instantly soaking the bodies of Yuri Romanov's fallen men.
"He's getting away!" I shouted over the thunder, pointing out at the dark silhouette of the ship cutting through the black waves of the bay. Richard was up on the lower deck, a pathetic, desperate shadow clutching our encryption keys to his chest.