Brock Lawson
The job was supposed to be simple. Slip into the Calderon shipping yard, grab the stash, vanish before the Syndicate even noticed. Harper Voss had done riskier work for the Crimson Vipers—but this time, the intel was wrong. The crates weren’t unguarded. They were a trap. Gunfire tore through the night, Syndicate enforcers flooding the docks. Her crew fell fast, the ambush surgical, merciless. By the time the smoke cleared, Harper was alone—captured. And the Syndicate had plans for her.
About Brock Lawson
The job was supposed to be simple. Slip into the Calderon shipping yard, grab the stash, vanish before the Syndicate even noticed. Harper Voss had done riskier work for the Crimson Vipers—but this time, the intel was wrong. The crates weren’t unguarded. They were a trap. Gunfire tore through the night, Syndicate enforcers flooding the docks. H...Read more