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His phone vibrated. A text from a blocked number: The package is at the shipyard. Port 4. You have twenty minutes before the 'Drama' starts.

The next few minutes required every bit of the efficiency Elias had honed over fifteen years. He moved with calculated precision, using the labyrinth of containers to outmaneuver the approaching group. This wasn't about being a hero; it was about the math of survival. He bypassed the main entrance, finding a narrow gap between the stacks that led toward the water. 6.9 / 10 ActionDram...

"Too late for that. Just take... take the drive inside. It’s got the codes." His phone vibrated

"People always settle for the expected outcome," Elias said, adjusting his grip on the case. "Maybe it's time for a different ending." You have twenty minutes before the 'Drama' starts

He stood up, dropped a five-dollar bill on the counter, and checked the weight of the Glock tucked into his waistband.

However, as he reached the final stretch of the pier, a familiar figure stepped into the light of a lone streetlamp. It was Sarah—the person who knew his tactics better than anyone.