Chapter 9 - The Battle of Brooklyn
The rain had turned into a full blizzard by the time Dante's strike force reached the abandoned shipping terminal at the Brooklyn Navy Yard.
Shipping containers towered like steel skyscrapers under the grey winter sky. The ocean churned angrily against the concrete piers.
Victor Moretti stood inside a massive crane hangar, surrounded by twenty heavily armed enforcers. He was a ruthless man in his sixties, scarred, bitter, and desperate.
"Serrano!" Victor’s voice echoed through the hangar’s loudspeakers. "You brought a handgun to a war! Did you really think you could take over this city with a dead girl on your arm?"
The silence that followed was deafening.
Then, the heavy corrugated doors of the hangar were shattered outward as an armored bulldozer rammed through the wall, followed instantly by Dante’s assault teams throwing flashbang grenades into the high-ceilinged space.
Blinding white light and deafening explosions erupted through the hangar.
Gunfire echoed like thunder. Dante moved through the smoke like a dark phantom, his suppressed rifle barking with lethal precision. He swept through the shipping crates, flank after flank, clearing Victor’s men before they could establish a defensive line.
Victor backed toward a waiting speedboat tied to the dock, firing blindly behind him.
"Serrano!" Victor screamed, his face slick with sweat. "You can't kill us all!"
Dante stepped out of the smoke, ten feet away. His rifle was empty, but his eyes were filled with an ancient, unforgiving rage.
"I don't need to kill you all, Victor," Dante said calmly, drawing his combat knife. "Just you."
Victor raised his pistol, but Dante lunged with terrifying speed. He grabbed Victor’s gun arm, twisting it outward until the steel weapon dropped into the freezing sea below. Dante drove his shoulder into Victor’s chest, slamming the older boss against the wooden dock pilings.
"This is for Arthur Vance," Dante growled, pinning Victor to the edge of the freezing water. "This is for Toby Vance. And this is for my father."
With a swift, powerful strike, Dante knocked Victor unconscious, pulling a set of heavy steel handcuffs from his tactical vest and securing the mob boss directly to the heavy iron anchor chain of the pier.
Police sirens wailed in the distance, their red and blue lights flashing across the snowy Manhattan skyline.
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Dante stepped back, catching his breath as the police cruisers surrounded the harbor, their megaphones demanding total surrender from the remaining Moretti enforcers.
The war was over.
