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

Before Samira could respond, four dark shapes dropped rapidly through the water column above the wreck. Her heart slammed against her ribs as high-powered dive lights cut through the gloom, revealing four rebreather divers equipped with tactical propulsion vehicles and spearguns. These weren't opportunistic scavengers—they were professional mercenaries hired to retrieve the vault and eliminate witnesses.

"Samira, we've got armed divers!" Jax yelled, his voice cut short by a burst of harsh radio feedback. "They're cutting our surface lines!" Samira knew she needed to be prepared, but she was frightened.

One of the men raised an underwater rifle, targeting Samira's helmet. She kicked her fins violently, rolling sideways into the silt as a steel dart shattered against the iron bulkhead behind her. The cloud of sand exploded into zero-visibility chaos as more projectiles hit the hull, trapping them inside the flooded chamber.