Turning to Ahmed, she asked in a low, urgent voice, “How many of your men are outside right now?” “At least fifty,” he replied. “They’re working below deck in the firecracker assembly room. Closely watched, but not heavily guarded. If we can get to them—we might just take control of the ship.”
Katherine turned to the two officers. “We move now—quietly.” From the edges of the container, they gathered what they could: a length of rusted piping, a loose metal bar, an old wrench. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. “We go fast, stay low. No noise unless we strike,” she instructed.