Tomco Ship 소설 & 이야기

Alpha Luciano's POV "We'll hit him here." I tapped on the map of the docks and marine supply chain of Vitalio Bianchi. It hadn't taken much to bribe one of his men into leaking the information. The man was repulsive and a traitor. It was only normal for him to attract people of his kind. Uncle Tommaso hmmed and I knew immediately that he had something else to suggest. "How about we attack the ship while it's still at sea? We could sink the entire ship. That way it'd take less time and casualties on our side."

He tapped the screen, and Tommy's voice filled the car, tinny but clear from the phone's speaker. "...I know, I know. I'm being careful." Tommy's voice was hushed, tense. "No, Barry doesn't suspect anything. He's too distracted with his new girlfriend to notice much else." A woman's voice responded, but it was too faint to make out words. "Friday," Tommy said. "The shipment comes Friday afternoon. Warehouse seven, just like we planned." Lucy's hands clenched in her lap. "When the Mancini shipment comes through, Castellano will be distracted," Tommy continued. "He'll be so focused on securing those crates that he won't notice what we're really doing. By the time he figures it out, it'll be to

I respond. "Good," he says and leads me forth. The speed boat stands facing me like it has been waiting for my arrival. Whoa! It's beautiful! The blue logo reading "Carter Shipping Co." that was also on the helicopter. This must be one of the companies products. Quality products, I smirk in my head. What else would I expect from Mr. Carter? Always aiming for the extra ordinary. A short bearded man walks towards us. Liam gives him a farmiliar look.

He buckled the harness over his head. "Take a seat guys, this is going to be fun." Tom sat down in one of the four seats against the back wall. He buckled his harness as did the other three men. "Pod seventy-one ready," Aidan said into the headset. The huge ship in front of them turned to face them. The thing was massive. As one, a bunch of spikes released from the ship and formed a pattern. They approached the human ship. Tom knew these. He had learned to pilot one a lifetime ago. Those were darts, offensive ships used to attack. The darts grew closer and flew in a pack. Lasers beamed out of them in short rays and hit the ship.

The last thing he wanted was to be pulled out of his head right now, not when every nerve was still humming with the taste of Aurora, the feel of her skin, the sound of her moans echoing through his mind like a promise he wasn’t ready to keep. The screen lit up with Tomas’s name. Emilio’s body stilled, instinct overriding frustration. He grabbed the phone and answered in one clipped word. “What?” “We’ve got movement,” Tomas said without preamble. “Vescovi’s men were spotted near the Eastport shipping site.” The words cut through the haze like a blade. “How close?” Emilio asked, already straightening his mind locking into place with brutal precision. “Too close,” Tomas replied. “A scout team,

“For what it’s worth, I want Turner alive too. And I want whoever’s playing undertaker in my city to get very public indigestion.” “We’ll settle for a choke,” Jack said. Scott’s mouth twitched. “You always did.” He stepped away from the table, gave them the space back, and left. The room breathed out but didn’t relax. Ty’s screen lit—feeds waking, a cascade of windows like saints’ icons in a digital church. He spoke without looking up. “Two containers dropped off a ship at three-oh-four. Offload pattern: military. Trace says they went to Fourth Street and then… disappeared.”

"K-Kelsey Lafuente po-" "I don't know who you are." Walang pakialam na putol nito sa akin sabay humithit sa kanyang tobako. Rinig ko naman ang paghagikgikan kahit pa ng mga pinsan ko. Thaddeus looked at me intently, though. "Cliona, Sage, let's proceed." Si Lolo Samuel. They started discussing regarding the partnership of their own companies. I just realized that the Trimarcos owns HEinRIch, a German shipping line providing shipping services across the Europe and Pacific, recorded as one of the world's biggest shipping line.

“The shipment… the coke, Dom…it was supposed to land at Dock 3 like always, but the patrols came early. Someone tipped them off. We had to reroute..” Dominic let out a long, slow breath. The smoke curled past his lips in soft rings… almost beautiful. “Where?” A pause. “Tuscany coast. Private dock. Some local crew stepped in. Said they’d keep it quiet.” He didn’t speak. Not for a second. Not for two. Then he laughed. “You let a private fucking crew touch my bricks?” “No, boss, I…” “Do you have any idea how much blow was in that container?” he asked, dragging the cigar between his teeth and letting the ash fall onto the desk.