The Docks

As midnight approached, the air was thick with salt and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. The docks were eerily quiet, the only light coming from the flickering bulbs strung above the weathered wood. Bintang scanned the area, searching for Sebastian.

“Over here,” Sebastian called, stepping from the shadows. He was dressed in dark clothes, blending seamlessly into the night.

“What’s the plan?” Bintang asked, urgency dripping from his voice.

“We need to disrupt the Nine Dragons' operations, and I think I have a way,” Sebastian said, glancing around to ensure they weren’t being watched. “I’ve been studying their movements. They’re planning to move supplies for the reclamation project in the next few days. If we can intercept that shipment, it’ll send a message.”

Bintang nodded, the idea igniting a spark of hope within him. “But how do we manage that without drawing attention?”