The first thing the sea takes is your breath.It punches it out of you, steals it, forces your lungs to remember what panic feels like.Kai Tanaka hits the water and the cold crawls through his wetsuit like it knows his name. The shock is instant. It clamps around his ribs, bites down on his muscles, tries to make him seize up. He lets it. For half a second. He lets his body register it, then he tells it no.Not tonight.The wind slaps spray into his face. Salt stings his eyes. The surface chops and tilts, a restless skin stretched over something deeper and meaner. Above him, the helicopter hovers, rotors screaming, spotlight cutting a pale tunnel through the storm.“Swimmer in the water,” comes the voice in his ear. “You have eyes on target?”Kai turns, head low, scanning through rain that feels like needles. His mouth is full of it. Salt and diesel and that sharp metallic taste that rides on fear.“There,” he says, and his voice comes out rough through the mic. “I see him.”A life j
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