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    At the same time, somewhere else behind closed doors, Chris arrived at the same strategies as Maia. He pored over technical schematics, running simtions for each possible point of attack.


    His analysis was clear: the navigation system offered the path of least resistance, while the main control core would put up the stiffest fight.


    With crisp authority, Chris addressed his team.


    “Alright, everyone — n A goes live.”


    His intention was simple: set the vessel adrift, lost and helpless in open water.


    Cast adrift, the vessel would wander the sea forever — a ghost ship destined never to findnd.


    Responding instantly, the base’s personnelunched into motion the moment Chris issued hismand.


    A message from Maxwell shed onto Chris’ screen.


    “Hawk is already in position!”


    Frustration tightened Chris’ jaw. He dismissed Maxwell’s update, his focus lingering on Maia’s unopened message. After a brief pause, he opted to leave it unanswered.


    Elsewhere, Maia nced at her phone, noticing the silence from Chris’ end. A quick check of the clock told her everything she needed to know.


    Assuming that he must be on the road, she decided not to press the matter.


    Just then, a new email from her teamnded in her inbox. Amusement glimmered in her eyes as she read.


    “Now this cargo ship system… that’s a puzzle worth my time.”


    Meanwhile, at the Cooper Group headquarters, Kolton’s eyes narrowed, a steely edge hardening his expression in the executive suite.


    News of an attempted hack targeting the ship’s systems had juste in.


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    “Those fools from before must’ve learned their lesson. No way they’d risk a frontal assault afterst time.”


    A distorted voice cut through the video call. Across the screen, a sharply dressed man reclined in an ornate chair, face hidden by a sleek ck mask, with only his cold, predatory stare visible.


    “Their ringleader took a bullet in thest encounter. Even if he’s still alive, he won’t be much of a threat now.”


    Kolton owed much of his power to the enigmatic figure seated across from him — his greatest ally in the shadows.


    A gravelly rasp colored every word the man spoke, hinting at old injuries to his throat.


    Kolton had never glimpsed the features hidden behind the mask, and the stranger’s real identity remained a mystery.


    He knew only to call him “Thomas,” following the instructions given from the very start.


    Determination set in Kolton’s jaw.


    “Whatever it takes, Thomas, that shipment leaves tonight! Last time, the loss of cargo nearly ruined our reputation. Another failure will destroy us with the buyers.”


    A chilling chuckle echoed from Thomas.


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