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"I don't know what you're—"

Frank stepped back. He removed his balaclava, showing his scarred, exhausted face. He didn't smile. He didn't offer comforting words. He simply knelt down to their level, placed his rifle on the ground, and held out his hands—palms up, empty. o justiceiro serie

"You lied," Frank said quietly. "There's no ship. There's a container. Refrigerated. You were going to seal them inside." The intel from the previous week had told him that. He just needed confirmation. "I don't know what you're—" Frank stepped back

Thwip. Twenty minutes later, Frank stood inside the Red Hook warehouse. The rain leaked through holes in the corrugated roof, creating silver curtains that swayed in the dark. The Congregation’s men were good—six of them, armed with automatic rifles, wearing tactical vests. showing his scarred