The dawn over the Brooklyn Navy Yard broke in shades of cool grey and pale gold, illuminating the vast industrial docks as fifty federal vehicles sealed off the waterfront perimeter. Paramedics and tactical officers swarmed the cavernous shipping hangar. Dominic Cross was loaded onto a heavy wheeled gurney in double steel cuffs, his face disfigured by severe facial fractures, three broken ribs, and a shattered shoulder, surrounded by four armed…
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