Rain knifes across Pier Nine as Jackson kills the engine. Warehouse lights burn through the wet haze ahead, and the yard smells like salt, oil, and bad decisions.
A heavy-set man steps out of the shadows by a shipping container. Calabash lifts twin .45s, then tips his hat toward Dallas like they are finishing an old war instead of starting a new one.
Calabash
Heard you was alive, Fontaine. Heard you was after Pryce. I am in for loyalty, and I am in for revenge.
Dallas Fontaine
Calabash. The last Odin man standing means the ledger trail was never dead, just buried.
Calabash palms two flash bangs into view, then jerks his chin toward the warehouse doors. Jackson stays with the car, ready to cover the yard. Elena takes the opposite angle, eyes on the likely security line.
Calabash
You, me, Murderbone. We cut for Pryce through the service side. Jax and Elena keep the heat off us. Fast and mean.
Murderbone lowers his head, ready to run. Dallas has the evidence that can expose his erasure, and Pryce is the living thread tied to it. The warehouse looms ahead, waiting to decide whether the city keeps Dallas or tries to file him away.
✓ Quest Accepted
Breach Pier Nine warehouse defenses