Chapter 140 The Intersection of Fire
The windshield wipers on Amelia’s tactical vehicle couldn't keep up with the cascading sheets of rain blinding the Brooklyn waterfront. Ahead of her, the taillights of Daniel Cross’s black transport van cut through the dark industrial wasteland like twin crimson blades.
"Derek, the transport vector is holding at forty degrees north," Amelia spoken into her headset, her knuckles white on the leather steering wheel as she shoved the accelerator straight to the floorboards.
"They aren't heading for the public slipway. They are breaking into the abandoned container yard near Pier 42."
"I am overriding the electronic gate locks from my column now, Amelia!" Derek’s gravelly voice cracked across the line, laced with a dangerous protective fire. "Do not engage the primary asset until my vehicle locks your six! Cross has four heavily armed Cordova Group mercs inside that cabin!"
"I don't have four minutes, Cooper," Amelia fired back, her sharp eyes narrowing into lethal slits. "The cargo freighter is already whistling its departure signal from the channel."
Amelia yanked the steering wheel, executing a violent, high-speed drift that sent her vehicle tearing past a row of rusting steel containers. She didn't slow down. She intentionally slammed her reinforced steel bumper straight into the rear quarter panel of the black transport van.
The impact was deafening - a brutal crunch of metal and shattering fiberglass that sent Cross’s vehicle spinning violently across the wet asphalt. The van skidded sideways, its tires screaming against the concrete before it slammed hard against a concrete barrier, its side door dented and trapped.
Amelia surged out of her driver’s seat before her own vehicle had even finished sliding. Her tactical weapon was up, her dark hair slicked flat by the downpour as she stepped directly into the crosshairs of the storm.
"Step out of the vehicle with your hands clear of your vests!" Amelia roared against the thunder, her voice an unyielding column of absolute field authority. "The perimeter is completely locked down!"
The shattered passenger door of the van violently kicked open, and the muzzle flash of an automatic rifle ignited the darkness. The shadow war for the Mason dynasty had officially erupted into an absolute firefight in the rain.