Crow slipped into the shadows, his figure a mere wisp against the jagged backdrop of crates and barrels. Margot watched, her heart thumping in her chest as he approached the rival syndicate
's table. In one swift motion, he knocked over a stack of crates, the wood splintering and crashing to the ground.
The men jumped, their conversation silenced by the noise. Crow shouted, his voice echoing off the docks.
"Hey! Over here!"
Margot exchanged a quick glance with William. This was their chance.
They stealthily crept toward the table, eyes fixed on the scattered maps that lay there, revealing the syndicate's plans for a shipment of valuable cargo scheduled to arrive at midnight. William pointed at a precise location marked in red.
"We can’t let them get this shipment. If it falls into their hands, it’ll spell disaster for us," he murmured, tension lacing his voice. Just then, a shout erupted from behind them, a voice filled with fury.
"Get him!" It was one of the men from the syndicate, realizing their distraction was just that — a ploy. Margot felt the weight of urgency as they gathered as much intel as they could, knowing every second mattered.