Tba Ship 소설 & 이야기

Looks like I'm sharing the same boat with another individual. TO BE CONTINUED -> -> ->

Gia reached out, her heart skipping a beat as she saw the unsaved number. Unknown: Open your laptop. Look at the pre-market shipping indexes for the Eastern Seaboard. Gia sat up, pulling her laptop onto her covers and logging into the high-clearance financial terminal Leo had given her access to. She pulled up the Thorne Shipping Corporation’s primary ticker. The screen flashed with a sea of aggressive, bleeding red.

The Sovereign Fleet As the last piece of the code clicked into place the VALE_09 engine showed a detailed map on the library's screens. The North Atlantic area, which had been the focus of their fight for the three years, was completely dark.. The Pacific Rim was lit up with dozens of green nodes. Elena's eyes got wide as she sorted out the hidden assets into a list of what was most important: The Shadow Fleet: More than forty big cargo ships operating out of Singapore with no visible connection to the Vane company.

Twenty minutes later Adrian walked into a private bar on the lower side of the city. The place was closed to the public tonight. Only his people were inside. Luca stood near the counter with a tablet in his hand. “You look relaxed,” Luca said. “I was eating dinner.” “Sorry to interrupt family time.” Adrian didn’t reply. He just held out his hand. Luca gave him the tablet. Adrian studied the screen. Three cargo ships. Three different ports. All hit within the same hour. No bodies. No survivors. No witnesses. Just empty docks and missing product.

The vessel was unmarked, moving with a speed that suggested heavy military grade turbines. "That’s the Lazarus delivery system," Marcus Hale’s voice piped in, sounding strained and muffled from the safe house floor. "The one your father funded, Ocean. The one that carries the chemical imprint. If that ship reaches the coastline, the timer on the handset doesn't matter. The protocol initiates automatically."

He would be ready to get rid of him. " We are sorry, Alpha Bernard, but we won't be able to let you use our cargo ship anymore." Bernard drilled eyes into him at what he had just been told. Anyone could tell him that, but not this old man who wasn't supposed to be speaking. "What did you say?'' his voice came out hoarse as he demanded an answer. " We weren't able to pick up because our cargo ships are out already, and it would take more time to do that, we can't actually guarantee how long it would because they have all been sent out"

I threw the question directly at him. “Fifty barrels my boss and we have another hundred coming in tomorrow from Brazil. But we need to track the ships so there won’t be any mishap”. His tone was laced with concern. My eyes narrowed in glee and triumph as I replied “Ben Fato! Always stay on the news. Good! Good!” I drummed my index finger on my lap.

If anything against our hold occurred within the city limits, he would know. "All right. That's what I thought. When is the shipment due?" I asked, moving toward the floor-to-ceiling window and staring out at the ocean. "Tonight. Just before midnight," Cordero answered. "Then make certain the shipyard is covered and our buddies in the Coast Guard are on high alert. If there is another boat in close proximity, I want to know about it." "Will do, boss."

Every available man has been redirected to the task. The longest pier stretches far out into the distance, and at its end sits the Ironhawk, her massive hull gleaming in the warm sun, gentle waves lapping against her sides, the battleship’s black cannons jutting out in stark contrast to the ship’s smooth white finish. “Alpha.” Captain Kabir approaches me and gives the sign of respect. “We’ll be ready to launch in twenty minutes.” I give him a firm nod. “Excellent. Speed is of utmost importance. We’re already trailing behind the kidnappers.”

Trei whispered to me as we were seated right next to each other. “You can tell me that when we are out of this situation,” I told him. “Guys? I lack visuals. I don’t think I can control the tides if I can’t see them. Should I go out there and push them back?” Byron suggested. “No. Whatever happens, we must stick together.” Skyr says. “Maybe this old sub has a turbo or something?” He asked hopefully. “It does. But I would not recommend using it.” “Why?” “Because I was only able to acquire this ship because it was...under repair,” Trei admitted and laughed nervously.