A month has bled out since the Rusty Anchor. Now the pier breathes fog and salt, and Far Harbor hides its teeth in the dark water below.
Jackson Temple waits under a dock lamp, uniform sharp, face worn thin. His eyes keep cutting toward the shipping containers like he expects one of them to move.
Jackson Temple
You were right to stay on it. The Unknown Figure has been asking about the ledger. Not casually, either. They know names are missing.
He slides a file into Dallas Fontaine's hand, then glances over his shoulder as if the fog itself might be listening.
Jackson Temple
There is a shipment coming in tonight. If it lands clean, the trail goes cold forever. Intercept it for me, and I can get you the dock manifests, the berth number, and a clean copy of Harbor Unit radio logs. And if it turns ugly, I owe you a badge-level favor.
Dallas Fontaine
The file is freshly handled. Jackson is scared, but he is not lying.
A tug horn moans somewhere out in the harbor. Jackson tightens his jaw, then adds the last piece in a low voice.
Jackson Temple
There is one more thing. The crate is marked for Pier Nine, and somebody inside the department is helping it move. Bring me proof, and I will put a lieutenant's salary on the line to help you bury this crew.
✓ Quest Accepted
Intercept the shipment
✓ Quest Accepted
Bring proof of the inside helper