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Pov ARIA The salt spray off the docks of Valparaíso didn’t clean the air; it just mixed with the stench of diesel, rotting fish, and wet rust. I pulled the collar of my canvas jacket higher around my neck, shivering as the damp Pacific wind bit straight through to my skin. We were three weeks out from the collapse in Geneva, broke, hunted, and running entirely on stolen fuel and sheer, stubborn spite.Elias stood ten yards ahead of me under the buzzing halo of a flickering sodium streetlamp. His hair was longer now, unkempt and curling over the collar of a navy sweater he’d swiped from a clothesline two days ago in Santiago. His left shoulder hung slightly low, a quiet, constant reminder of the tear in his rotator cuff that hadn't healed right because we didn't have the luxury of sitting still."He's late," I muttered, my boots crunching on the grit of the alleyway floor. I kept my right hand buried deep in my jacket pocket, my fingers wrapped around the worn polymer grip of a CZ-75

POV ARIA The air in the lower passageway instantly filled with the bitter, burning stench of electrical fires and aerosolized diesel. Water was pouring down the iron ladder in a roaring cascade, already three inches deep on the steel deck plates, cold and slick with black oil."UP! MOVE!" Elias screamed, hauling me up by my jacket harness as the ship listed heavily to starboard.We scrambled up the companionway ladder, fighting the rushing torrent of seawater. When my head broke through the hatch frame onto the main deck, the night sky was torn apart by blinding magnesium flares floating down under parachutes, painting the churning ocean in a horrific, stark white light.Santa Maria was dead in the water. Her wheelhouse was reduced to a twisted heap of smoking iron and shattered safety glass. Captain Miller lay slumped over the starboard railing, her oilskin coat soaked in crimson, motionless as the heavy swells washed over her body.Fifty yards off our port quarter, rising out of th

POV ARIA I didn't step out into the corridor. I moved backward, slipping through the dark, grease-slicked maze of the lower deck like a shadow, my ears straining for the sound of approaching footsteps.Behind me, the low hum of the generator was joined by the sharp, metallic click of weapon safety switches being flicked to semi-automatic. Two men. Maybe three.I reached the rusted generator housing where I had left Elias.He wasn't there.My heart plummeted into a cold, bottomless pit of absolute panic. "Elias?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the wind.The empty thermal blanket lay torn on the iron grating, stained with fresh, dark blood. A drag mark led away from the housing, pointing toward the dark stairwell that led up to the high-voltage transformer room above the control deck.He had dragged himself up the stairs to draw them away from me.That stubborn, reckless idiot.I gripped my CZ-75 tightly, stepping into the dark stairwell. The iron steps were steep, narrow, c

POV EliasThe rotor wash tore at the surface of the ocean, flattening the waves into a white mist around us."Don't... do it, Aria," Elias coughed, his fingers tightening weakly on my life vest. His skin was turning a dangerous, mottled blue. "It's a trap...""If I don't get on that wire, they're going to put a bullet through your head and let you sink," I said, my voice shaking from the bitter cold. "Hold onto the fiberglass float. Interpol's coast guard cutter was only twenty miles out when the node blew. They'll pick you up in ten minutes.""Aria""I am done running, Elias."I pressed my forehead against his wet, freezing temple for a single, fleeting second. Then, I let go of his harness.I swam the three yards through the freezing swells, grabbed the yellow retrieval strap, and looped it under my arms. I gave the cable two hard tugs.The winch snapped taut, yanking me out of the icy Atlantic.As I spun slowly in mid-air, ascending toward the belly of the hovering helicopter, I lo

POV ARIA A cold surge of adrenaline cleared the lingering fog of the sedative from my brain.Elias."Shoot the ceiling!" Thorne screamed at the two guards, backing away toward the forward cockpit with the titanium case locked in his hand. "Kill whoever is up there!"The guards raised their short-barreled submachine guns, aiming straight up at the cabin roof. Before they could pull their triggers, the emergency escape hatch in the center of the ceiling exploded downward in a hail of metal shrapnel and decompression fog!The sudden drop in air pressure violently sucked loose papers, oxygen masks, and gear into the cabin aisle.Through the roaring white mist of the breached ceiling, a dark figure dropped straight onto the deck.It was Elias.He was wearing a black high-altitude jump rig, his face covered by a cracked oxygen mask, his eyes burning with pure, unadulterated fury. He didn't even wait to hit the floor before he fired his suppressed sidearm.THWIP-THWIP!The two guards crumpl