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

Sterling collapsed with a harsh yell of pain, his sidearm skidding across the slippery deck plates. Samira pulled the flare gun's trigger, sending a blinding white-hot magnesium shell roaring across the ceiling, filling the closed cabin with thick smoke, deafening sparks, and shrieking fire alarms.

In the blinding chaos, the captain lunged forward, using his boots to trip the remaining mercenary guard while Jax tackled Sterling to the floorboards.

"Clear the smoke and get the emergency radio online!" Samira yelled over the alarm sirens, slicing the captain's wrist ties open with her dive knife. "Signal emergency distress code to Naval Station Mayport!"