Black Water at the Port

He kicked loose a pallet and lured the attacker into a corner stacked with chain bundles, then used the overhead crane controls to drop a hook in front of the exit route. The hook did not hit anyone, but it blocked escape. Ethan flipped off the platform, shoved a barrel of lubricant onto the floor, and sent two men crashing into each other on the slick concrete. "He's over there!" "Don't shoot, the cargo is still here!" Ron's voice cut through the noise, calm as a foreman on a job site. Ethan realized, suddenly, that Ron was not just a street boss. He understood ports, logistics, and the seams in the city rules where lives could be traded like freight. Men like that were harder to break than thugs with pistols.