Chapter 12 - The Harbor Raid
The salty ocean breeze whipped across Pier 42 as four unmarked black SUVs rolled silently toward the massive, rusted shipping warehouse. Inside the lead vehicle, Casper sat in the passenger seat, loading a fresh magazine into his rifle. Willow sat in the back, wearing a Kevlar vest over her clothes, her face set with a fierce, unwavering determination.
"When the doors breach, you stay behind me," Casper instructed her, his voice softening slightly as he looked at her. "I won't let anything happen to you."
"Just focus on taking them down," Willow replied softly, her brown eyes meeting his dark, intense gaze.
At exactly 2:00 AM, Casper’s elite tactical team breached the warehouse. Flashbang grenades shattered the windows, exploding with blinding white light and deafening cracks. The heavy metal doors were kicked off their hinges, and Casper led the charge into the cavernous building.
Inside, Don Carlo Vitiello and his top five lieutenants were sitting around a poker table, celebrating with cigars and champagne. The sudden breach caught them completely off guard.
Gunfire erupted, echoing like thunder in the enclosed space. Casper moved with lethal, fluid precision, dropping three Vitiello gunmen before they could even draw their weapons. His loyal men quickly neutralized the remaining guards, securing the perimeter within ninety seconds.
Don Carlo, a heavy-set man with a scarred face, tried to make a run for the back exit, clutching a briefcase full of cash.
Casper stepped into his path, raising his weapon. "Going somewhere, Carlo? I believe you sent a wedding gift to my estate today. I came to return the favor."
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Carlo dropped the briefcase, his hands raising in the air, his face pale with terror. The rival syndicate that had plagued the Falcone family for a decade was dismantled in less than two minutes.
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