The South Street Seaport in the dead of night was shrouded in dense fog that rolled off the East River, cloaking the silhouettes of five sleek, matte-black interceptor boats moored along the private commercial piers. These were not recreational speedboats; they were custom-built high-speed assault craft fitted with twin supercharged diesel engines, radar-absorbent hulls, and reinforced kevlar gunwales designed for covert littoral operations. Under the dim amber glow of the…
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