The night was pitch-black and bitterly cold when the three determined men met at the commercial docks. The massive luxury yachts were completely dark, their wealthy occupants fast asleep, resting up for another incredibly busy day of golden-hour selfies and viral videos.
The fishermen didn’t say a single word to each other, moving with the silent, practiced efficiency of men who had spent their entire lives working in the grueling dark. Instead of loading their usual fishing gear, they began unloading a massive, highly secretive payload from the back of Jenkins’ rusted pickup truck.
They hauled dozens of incredibly heavy, tightly sealed plastic barrels directly onto the wooden docks, their heavy rubber boots gripping the damp planks as they carefully positioned them perfectly upwind from the multi-million-dollar flotilla. The thick, ominous sloshing sound inside the heavy blue plastic hinted at something incredibly dense and potent, something Jenkins had specifically sourced from the most restricted, unpleasant corners of the local processing plant.
The brilliant trap was perfectly laid out. They were about to launch a massive, entirely legal, covert assault on the deeply unsuspecting content creators.