Coast Guard Sonar Picked Up Something on the Seafloor — Then Divers Went Down

"Your divers are still searching the silt for us while you play captain," Samira replied, taking a firm step forward. "Unbind my crew, or I put a two-thousand-degree magnesium flare right through your ribcage."

"You won't pull that trigger," Sterling said with contempt, taking a slow, calculated step toward her. "An emergency flare fired indoors will fill this enclosed bridge with blinding smoke and ignite the fuel lines running beneath the deck. You'll burn your own crew alive."

"Then we burn together!" Jax roared, bursting through the starboard portal and slamming a heavy fire extinguisher straight into the back of Sterling's knees.