Chapter 25 - The Crescent Moon at the Docks
Refusing to wait for the enemy to strike first, Luca Moretti decided to completely dictate the rules of engagement. Under the freezing drizzle of the Chicago night, a convoy of armored black SUVs moved as silently as ghosts, heading straight for the abandoned warehouse district at the docks. Luca sat in the passenger seat, wearing black tactical gear over heavy ceramic ballistic plates, his eyes as cold as a reaper coming to collect a blood debt—a stark reminder of the night he led the raid on Arthur's mountain fortress. Elias drove the lead vehicle, constantly updating the tactical situation over encrypted comms. In stark contrast to the loud, explosive assault with machine guns of the past, this operation was a masterpiece of lethal silence. The Syndicate's elite snipers swiftly and quietly neutralized Victor Sterling's perimeter guards without making a single sound. The rusted iron doors of the warehouse were breached with hydraulic cutters. Luca stepped inside, his suppressed assault rifle raised, his footsteps silent and heavy, ready to execute any threat aimed at his kingdom of peace.
