Zayn led Vardy through the winding alleys of Haven, the rain continuing to fall around them. The spectral wolf stayed close to Vardy's side, its glowing eyes scanning the shadows.
"Dean's got a shipment coming through tomorrow night," Zayn said, his voice low. "Weapons, supplies, the works. It's all moving through the south docks."
"And you know this because?" Vardy asked.
"Because I was supposed to oversee it," Zayn replied.
Ferah and Tracy caught up to them, their expressions wary as they flanked Vardy.
"You trust him?" Ferah asked bluntly.
"No," Vardy said. "But I'm listening."
Zayn smirked faintly. "That's a start."
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At the docks, a group of workers moved crates onto a waiting ship
A man in a dark coat watched from the shadows, his sharp eyes taking in every detail.
"Everything's on schedule," one of the workers said, glancing at the man.
"Good," the man replied. "Make sure it stays that way."
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