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

Jax hurled the heavy steel pin into the open engine hatch, creating a deafening metallic crash that rattled across the quiet deck. Both guards spun around instantly, raising their rifles and advancing toward the engine casing with their weapons drawn.

"Check the engine hatch!" one guard barked into his shoulder mic. "Possible crew free on the lower deck!"

Samira didn't hesitate. She darted behind a stack of cargo crates, slipping silently through the side hatch into the ship's darkened interior. Her wet boots made no sound against the non-slip floor tiles as she moved swiftly down the passageway, keeping herself low as she approached the command bridge.