AUTHOR’S POV
Silas and his marines arrived at the ship, and the aircrafts hovered above the dark waters, their rotors slicing through the humid air with a deafening whir, as the ocean gleamed like an obsidian mirror, reflecting the lights of the massive ship anchored far beneath.
The ship itself was a hulking silhouette against the night, its deck dotted with the shapes of men and machinery. As the plane slowed, the doors slid open, and cold sea air flooded the cabin.
Silas stood at the edge, looking down at the ship and the distance appeared intimidating, but he had done this before. Behind him, the marines gathered, their faces hard and focused, each man prepared for what lay ahead.
"Go!" Knox barked, and one by one, the marines leaped from the plane, their harnesses snapping taut
