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

Outside, jagged lightning cracked across the black sky as heavy rain began hammering the bridge windows. The getaway boat of the looters attempted to disengage from the hull, but Jax had already swung the ship's heavy cargo crane hook around, smashing it through their outboard engines.

"Coast Guard cutter Vigilant to Mayport Command, Mayport Command, respond!" the captain shouted into the emergency radio transmitter. "We are under armed attack by black-market scavengers! Send immediate air support!"

Sterling groaned from the deck, his arms pinned securely behind his back by Jax's heavy zip-ties. "You think you won something tonight?" he spat, glaring up through the smoke. "That vault contains master keycodes to early-warning satellite networks. My buyer will send a fleet to get them back."