Elias steadied himself against the console, heart racing, every creak of metal sounding like the last. Every second felt stolen now. The coast guard had minutes to arrive, or the ship would bury its secrets, and them, with it.
The grinding of steel against stone grew louder, shaking the bridge like an earthquake. Elias grabbed Callen under the arm. “We can’t stay here. Move!” Together they staggered out into the storm, rain lashing their faces, wind cutting like knives.