The sudden silence on the Polaris was more unnerving than the gunfire. The red light was dead, but the bomb remained, a sleeping dragon in the ship's belly.
The immediate, world ending threat was neutralized, but they were now custodians of a floating armory, adrift in one of the most remote places on Earth.
On the bridge, Theo stood over the ship's captured navigator, his massive presence a more effective deterrent than any gun. "Change course. Now. Set a heading for Montevideo."
The man, pale and shaking, shook his head. "I cannot. The navigation system is locked. It was part of the protocol. Once the final coordinates were input, the system sealed.
We can steer, but we cannot change the destination or the engine output. We are a missile with its target removed, but we are still fly
