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

Adrenaline surged as Samira scrambled behind a rusted engine block for cover. Through the swirling storm of sediment, she saw two men pin Jax against a support beam, using a serrated dive knife to slice through his primary regulator hose. The looters weren't here to negotiate; their contractor had paid them to leave no surviving Coast Guard personnel behind.

"Jax!" she screamed into her mask, but her radio produced only dead white noise. She knew she had to act fast if they were to gain the upper hand over these men.

Jax fought back furiously, twisting in the water and reaching for his emergency oxygen reserve as his primary air supply bubbled away into the dark. Samira unclipped her heavy steel dive light from her harness, set the beam to a blinding strobe mode, and suddenly slammed the reinforced casing directly into the nearest attacker's faceplate.