Chapter 9
They paid their tab at the motel, and with suitcase in hand, Michael accompanied Bevan to the docks.
They were greeted at the gate by a security guard, who, Bevan informed him, was in no way connected to the Black Guards. Bevan, with the supreme confidence Michael was used to seeing him exhibit, shook the guard’s hand.
“Seal attack,” he said.
The guard nodded, leaned into his booth and raised the boom gate. Michael followed Bevan through, looking back over his shoulder at the guard who, having done his part, returned to his post inside the booth.
There were two ships berthed. One was being loaded with large metal containers, which were being lifted onto the ship by a massive crane. The second stood in complete darkness, but for a small light somewhere high up above the deck.
