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“You’ve been shot.”

“In the arm.”

“You have only two.”

Marcello’s expression softened.

Raze turned back to Atlas.

“What does Greco expect from us?”

“Access.”

Atlas opened the folder and spread several maps across the table.

“The port authority is compromised. So are local police units. If Greco moves officially before the containers leave the private yard, the Coccico cartel will be warned and they’ll fold.”

“And if she waits?” Demitri asked.

“They reach the port and disappear through customs.”

Atlas tapped the map.

“The containers are loaded at a private freight facility seventy five miles from the docks. Greco wants us to intercept the convoy before it reaches the main road.”

Tone folded her arms. “She wants us to hijack it.”

“She prefers the term secure.”

Despite the tension, a few tired smiles moved through the room.

Raze looked unimpressed.

Atlas continued. “Her officers will take custody once the vehicles are contained. Until then, she needs muscle to move in on the Coccico.”

“They’ll have no hesitation shooting us,” Archie pointed out.

“That’s true.”

Tone turned toward him. He didn’t look at her. His jaw had already hardened around the argument they would have later.

“What’s Greco offering?” Raze asked.

Atlas’s attention moved across the room.

“Immunity.”

Silence followed.

Marcello stopped pretending not to listen.

“For what?” he asked.

“For the operation tomorrow, the possession and transfer of the drive, and any actions necessary to secure the containers, provided no civilians are harmed and the Coccico men are handed over alive where possible.”

Raze’s mouth shifted.

“Where possible.”