We hit the water at 5:43 a.m.Hayes' four divers went in first. Cold, dark ocean, forty meters from the platform's eastern leg. Phoenix, Eva, Hayes and I followed. Eight of us total. Reaper was back at the compound monitored by Sophia, which had taken six minutes of argument and ended with me telling him I needed him alive more than I needed him present.He didn't like it. He stayed.The maintenance shaft was exactly where Eva predicted. A corroded access panel on the underside of the platform's second support leg. One of Hayes' divers had it open in ninety seconds. We came up inside a flooded equipment bay, dark and smelling of rust and saltwater.We cleared the bay in under a minute."Twelve armed personnel," Hayes said quietly into the earpiece. "Thermal imaging from the drone shows eight on the upper deck, two on level three, two mobile. The mobile pair are rotating a pattern. Four minute intervals.""Maren's daughter?" I asked."Level two. Stationary. One guard outside the door."
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