Panic erupted on the bridge. The helicopter hovered dangerously close to the ship, circling slowly. It wasn’t the military. It wasn’t customs. It wasn’t anyone they could identify. Captain Nolan grabbed the radio, attempting contact, no reply.
The helicopter then shifted position, tailing the ship directly. That’s when the crew spotted something chilling: two men dressed in black tactical gear, standing inside with rifles pointed at the deck. They weren’t just observing, they were hunting.
“We need to disappear,” Nolan whispered. And that’s exactly what they would try to do.