Black Water at the Port

But the moment he hit the loading bay doors, sirens and helicopter blades slammed into the night outside. Not rescue. Containment. Helios Guard had arrived. So had police units. So had more news vans than he could count. Searchlights came up one by one around the port until the whole place looked like a stage set for an execution. Ethan stood in the warehouse mouth with wreckage behind him, a rescued accountant at his back, and police guns and reporter phones in front of him. He was the center of the frame again. This time, he did not run immediately. Because he saw the accountant, shaking, raise his own phone and shout at the officers, "Don't shoot. Lighthouse is not a security project. It's a laundering route for public money.