BigSaltyDog

  Chapter 6 – The Docks’ Dark Secret The night air at Dublin’s docks was thick with fog, salt, and suspicion. What had started as a tragic search for a missing child now loomed like a shadow over the city. Sgt. Salty and his misfit crew were no strangers to chaos, but tonight, the stakes had grown far higher than spilled tea, exploding tanks, or misfired sketches. Whispers from Yasmine, CCTV analysis from WhizzAir, and shady intel from McFinleyyy all pointed toward the same terrifying truth: the docks weren’t just a place for lost children—they were a staging ground for something far darker. The Discovery After hours of surveillance, the crew watched as vans arrived silently, unmarked, and stacked with crates. At first glance, they seemed mundane—food deliveries or shipping containers—but WhizzAir noticed the pattern: the vehicles only arrived under cover of darkness, bypassing usual checkpoints, and never recorded in shipping manifests. “It’s not meat,” he muttered, eyes glu...

  Chapter 5 – The Shadow of Beefmaster Dublin was quiet the morning after the docks. News of the child’s drowning had blanketed every radio, every paper, every phone screen. Communities mourned. Volunteers shared grief. The Garda held vigils. And for once, Sgt. Salty and his misfits weren’t the centre of chaos—they were just part of the crowd, standing in silence. But in the shadows of the city, not everyone mourned. Beefmaster in the Dark Inside a dimly lit office above a nightclub called The Moo Palace , Ron Beefmaster watched the news on a flickering television. His jaw clenched, his massive frame looming like a storm cloud. Beside him sat Ramadan Patel, slick suit, slicker smile, fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest of his chair. Patel had a reputation: black-market deals, shady imports, whispers of political connections. Beefmaster growled. “So the brat wandered too close to the docks. Convenient.” Patel smirked. “Convenient for us. Unfortunate for the city.” Th...