Harbor Havoc - Script

Blue and red lights spun at the entrance of the pier.

Lucas read them from a safe house in a different state. He checked his bank account. A deposit had just cleared from "The Baron Productions." It was exactly enough to cover a new camera. harbor havoc script

The flare shot out, trailing red smoke. It embedded itself in a crate marked INDUSTRIAL SOLVENT . Blue and red lights spun at the entrance of the pier

Three hours later, Lucas was standing on the wet concrete of Pier 9. It wasn't a set. It was the real deal. The air smelled of diesel, brine, and rust. A deposit had just cleared from "The Baron Productions

Vinnie stood up, lit a cigarette in the middle of the burning wreckage, and looked directly into Lucas’s lens.

"I told you," The Suit said, checking a gold watch. "The tide waits for no one. Not even you."