Port of Savona – Midnight
The night was thick with salt and secrets. Fog curled over the quiet waters like smoke from a dying fire. The port, usually a hive of activity during the day, was eerily quiet, save for the dull thuds of footsteps and the hum of a blacked-out truck pulling up near Dock 13.
The shipment had just been dropped off—Container #RX-77L. It was supposed to be one of the most delicate and high-value consignments for the month. It came under the direct authority of the Moretti family, the bloodline that ran the Mediterranean's most dangerous underground trade.
Six men, dressed in black tactical wear and moving with clockwork precision, climbed down from the truck. None of them spoke. They moved like shadows—trained, focused, loyal. They were part of a specialized branch of the Moretti network known only as I Guardiani—The Guardians.
The leader of the group, Miro, a thick-set man with a scar running across his brow, barked a single order in Italian. "Aprilo."
