Chapter 15 - Shadows of Manhattan
By midnight, the unmarked transit van slipped quietly through the rain-slicked industrial docks of the Brooklyn Navy Yard, parking outside a rusted, unassuming maritime salvage warehouse that smelled of salt water, diesel, and old iron.
We stepped out into the cold night air, carrying Daniel between us.
I walked up to the heavy metal side door and tapped out a rhythmic, complex security code on the rusted keypad hidden behind a panel of flickering neon lights.
A heavy clack echoed through the frame as the deadbolt released.
The door creaked open an inch, revealing the cold, sharp gaze of an elderly man holding a tactical shotgun—General Thomas Vance.
He looked down at me, then past my shoulder at Maya holding Daniel, and finally at Marcus standing guard with a rifle.
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A slow, knowing smirk touched the old general’s weathered lips.
“Damn it, Gabriel,” Thomas muttered, lowering his weapon and swinging the door wide open. “I was wondering when your war was finally going to knock on my front door. Get inside before the satellites pick up your thermal signature.”
