Chapter - 286
The Portstown Shipyard was a graveyard of giants. It was a cold, desolate maze of towering steel containers, stacked six high and stretching for what seemed like miles in every direction.
The only light came from the cold, white glare of security lamps that cast long, distorted shadows, and the only sounds were the distant, mournful lap of water against the docks, the low creak of metal in the salty wind, and the rhythmic, scraping sound of Rick dragging Crimson Sparrow's unconscious body through the gravel.
Rick was in a foul mood. The man was dead weight, an infuriating sack of useless information and bad hygiene. Sparrow's head kept lolling and bumping against Rick's leg with every step.
"For God's sake," Rick muttered, letting go of his collar. Sparrow's head dropped and hit the gravel path with a soft, unsatisfying thud.
