Two men got out, their coats pulled tight against the wind.

I recognized them.

They were Julian’s soldiers.

They began cutting the chain on the main gate.

Minutes later, headlights appeared from the opposite direction.

A silver sedan screeched to a halt behind the SUV.

Gregory stepped out of the passenger side, holding a short-barreled shotgun.

He looked terrified.

Behind him, three more of Arthur’s men piled out of the car.

The shouting started immediately.

I couldn’t hear the words through the silent video feed, but the gestures were clear.

Gregory raised his weapon.

One of Julian’s men fired first.

A muzzle flash lit up the rain on the lens.

Gregory fell backward into the wet gravel.

The rest of the men scrambled for cover behind the shipping containers.

I watched the muzzle flashes blink in the dark like strobe lights.

Then, the blue lights arrived.

Four state police cruisers roared into the yard from both entrances, blocking the exits.

The officers moved in with shields and rifles.

Julian’s men dropped their weapons almost immediately.

Arthur’s men tried to run toward the water, but they were cut off.