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Kyle! He couldn't stop smiling as he tried to imagine how surprised would Karen be later. His Karen was going to be very happy. ·············· George got in the car and drove quickly to the location given by the kidnappers. However, when he arrived at Kingston Wharf, there was nobody around. The dock was busy during the day, but it was empty in the middle of the night. Besides the sound of the waves, there was no other sound. George had goosebumps all over his body. This place looked like a pathway to hell.

I fear that if I do return that I might actually pay for the actual price that Byron just said. “Get your gears ready.” Skyr ordered from the front. “We are approaching the ship.” At his command, we all stood up and headed for the back where the gears are located. I dared to look back and saw the sub that he was talking about. It was simply at the edge of a cliff. Well, a cliff underwater that is. And it was rocking back and forth dangerously like it was teasing us that it might tip at any second.

Was the universe actually punishing her for breaking her own golden rule? She never got emotional. She never let men close. The second she let Giordano past her armor, her home computer got hacked, her name got dragged in the dirt, her submarine disappeared, and her world exploded into flames. She exhaled slowly, forcing her hands to stop shaking as she turned her eyes back toward her assistant. "Where was the sub last seen?" Kany looked down at the glowing blue screen of her marine tablet, her red lips pressed into a tight line. "It went dark on the outer edge of the southern grid. Right around the coastal border near Namibia."

We weren't just on a boat; we were in a submarine. "Hold your breath!" Bryan said, grabbing the handrail. The vessel dived. The sound of the wind was replaced by a deep, heavy silence. Through the glass, I saw the bubbles clear away, revealing the dark, blue world of the deep Atlantic. We went down, down, down, until the light from the surface was gone. "There it is," the driver whispered. In the distance, a giant structure sat on the ocean floor. It looked like a silver spider with long, glowing legs buried in the sand. At the center was a huge dome of thick glass. Inside the dome, I could see hundreds of small white pods.

Along with Paul,Elizabeth approached the container. One saffron-colored container and two blue-colored containers were found on the starboard side. It is fully sealed. It is waterproofed. Clara and Smith confirmed a yellow container on the port side. It seems to be ten feet in size. "Sir total of four containers were found at the sea bed—three from the starboard side and one from the port side. Three are twenty feet, and one is ten feet. The smaller container has so many Fiber wires outside. Some satellite communication equipment is fixed on a small yellow container. All are waterproofed like coverings. Heavy locks are on the door."Wheel house received Paul messages through radio.

“Yell down to Humphry to man the winch and take up the slack!” “The barge is going to ram us!” George yelled back. “It will if you keep standing there! Relay my order!” Swallowing the impulse to tell the old man where he could relay his order, George opened the door onto the cold and damp and shouted down to Heppel’s deckhand. Skinny Bob Humphry jumped to it and within seconds the slack in the hawser was reeling in. “Enough!” Heppel yelled. “Leave some slack for maneuvering.”

The ocean roiled with fury as a shadow loomed beneath the waves, growing larger until a sleek, black form broke the surface, sending a cascade of foam. A massive submarine, its hull emblazoned with menacing skulls, emerged beside the aircraft carrier. Figures launched from the sub, the one in the lead marked by a black eyepatch and a gleaming iron hook for a right hand, his chin adorned with a golden-yellow beard. This was Dorian, the former tyrant of the seas.

The nuclear submarine "Poseidon," a true "deep-sea behemoth" built by old Sterling with his utmost resources, descended like a ghost in its most desperate moment. Its dark, abyssal hatch slowly opened. Powerful searchlights pierced through the thick smoke and vapors billowing from the sinking of the "Black Mary," precisely locking onto Jack and Catherine.