Misfit Chronicles Chapter 6 – The Docks’ Dark Secret
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...