Black Water at the Port

The port needs cargo. The mayor needs votes. The media needs a story. Everybody needs a bad guy. You arrived at the perfect time." Ethan looked at him and understood, with a new kind of anger, that the most dangerous thing about men like Ron was not cruelty. It was belief. They really thought they were preventing collapse. "What are you afraid of?" Ethan asked. Ron smiled. "I'm afraid that if the city loses control, the first people to die are the ones nobody opens the door for." It wasn't an excuse. It also wasn't a lie. Ethan could understand part of it. That was exactly why it made him furious. The first batons came down as Ethan retreated into the warehouse's side vent mesh. The fight started fast.