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The words disappeared into the darkness.

But the smile remained.

Because somewhere out there powerful men were sleeping peacefully.

And they had absolutely no idea Shadow Division was coming for them.

9

ROOK

The cargo ship sat motionless in the darkness.

Three miles offshore.

Black hull.

Black water.

Black sky.

The vessel looked less like a ship and more like a shadow floating on the ocean.

Rook lowered the binoculars.

Something about it bothered him.

Cargo ships moved.

Crews worked.

Lights glowed.

This one simply waited.

Silent.

Watching.

Beside him, Falcon adjusted the spotting scope.

"You know what I love about criminals?"

Rook didn't look away from the ship.

"What?"

Falcon grinned.

"They always think paperwork makes them smarter."

A quiet laugh came from Sniper.

Small.

Unexpected.

But real.