Chapter 8 - THE SHOWDOWN ON THE CRANEVictor Vance sprinted up the narrow steel stairs leading to the top of the container crane platform, sixty feet above the concrete floor!
Ethan pursued him like a phantom, ignoring the burning pain in his surgical wound as blood soaked through his black shirt.
Ethan kicked open the upper hatch, stepping onto the open metal catwalk.
Vance turned around, drawing a high-caliber revolver, firing three quick shots!
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Ethan ducked behind an iron beam, the bullets sparking against the metal inches from his head!
Ethan lunged forward, closing the distance before Vance could aim again, grabbing Vance’s wrist and smashing it against the railing!
CRACK!
The revolver plummeted sixty feet down into the dark harbor water below!
Vance let out a feral roar, pulling a combat knife from his belt and slashing wild blows at Ethan’s chest!
Ethan blocked the blade with his forearm, taking a shallow cut, then drove a devastating right hook straight into Vance’s jaw!
Vance stumbled backward against the low railing, gasping for breath, his face covered in blood.
"You can't stop us, Ward!" Vance spat, wiping his mouth. "The Syndicate is everywhere! We own the city! We own the courts!"
Ethan stepped closer, his hazel eyes burning with absolute, uncompromising justice. He reached out, grabbing Vance by his throat, leaning him far back over the sixty-foot drop into the churning propeller blades of The Iron Hydra below!
"You owned the city," Ethan growled softly. "But you forgot who owns the night."
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Ethan ripped the heavy silver wolf ring off Vance’s finger, toss it into the sea, and shoved him violently over the edge!
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Vance screamed as he plummeted down into the dark water below!
