The AgustaWestland helicopter descended through the dense November mist hanging over the southern Aegean, its landing skids settling with a gentle shudder onto the black basalt landing terrace of Isle Saint-Obsidian. Roman Vance unbuckled his five-point safety harness and stepped out onto the windswept promontory. He had spent six grueling hours in the commercial dry docks of Piraeus, negotiating the acquisition of three Greek container vessels that would expand his…
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