The group met his gaze with steely eyes eyes that didn’t reveal even an ounce of fear. He bore the weight of their lives on his shoulders a weight he’d carried before and would carry again. His gaze focused on the men gathering around him his men, his responsibility. Brows furrowed, the seriousness of the job he was about to undertake played across his face. Staring out across the ocean, David continued to mentally analyze every step of the plan. The idea that no one had worked in this area for years only added to the ghostly calm. Pieces of abandoned equipment sat waiting for their operators to return to them. Empty crates, piled all around the area, appeared as if they’d been unpacked moments ago. Shadows intermingled with each other, creating a puzzle that almost begged to be figured out.Įven though the docks were deserted, they came to life with traces of a past lying in every corner. Scraps of paper tumbled across the pier on the night breeze. Glass from broken streetlights gathered the soft beams, scattering them in all directions.
The eerie glow of it surrounded the abandoned wharf and encased the dock. In an instant, it explained the uneasiness in his gut.ĭavid’s eyes darted around the area as moonlight shimmered off the water. The unknown voice’s simple statement confirmed what he already knew, striking at the heart of his worst fear. "Code word Apollo, something’s off watch your back."
The vibrating phone startled David Murphy, interrupting his thoughts as he went over the plan one more time Murphy.
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