Hostile Waters

The North Pier redevelopment site was a graveyard of ambition, its skeletal steel frames silhouetted against the churning black Atlantic. Arthur Vance stood in the site office, the glass vibrating under the force of the gale. He didn't need to watch the monitors to know the conglomerate had taken the bait. He had left the perimeter sensors active but the internal security grid dormant, a calculated invitation for the desperate.

“They’re inside the fence,” the security lead reported, his voice clipped. He was one of the few men Arthur had retained from the Sterling Group’s private firm—a man who understood that loyalty was now a function of Arthur’s payroll, not the Sterling n

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