The following midnight, a heavy freezing mist hung over the secluded industrial docks of Michigan City. Four black tactical speedboats with muffled outboard engines slipped silently across the black waters of Lake Michigan, cutting through the ice floes toward a decommissioned grain terminal. Lorenzo Falcone stood at the bow of the lead vessel, dressed in black tactical gear with a suppressed MP5 submachine gun slung across his chest. Beside him…
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