The ship was closing in fast, its silhouette barely visible against the dark horizon. The tension on Jason's boat was palpable, each man on edge, knowing that this night could make or break them.
"We should turn on the lights," Rodney suggested, his voice shaky with urgency.
Alfred shook his head firmly, his face set in a stern expression. "Too risky. We can't afford unnecessary attention. If they're here for us, they’ll know the ropes. They’ll find us."
"How the f**k are they supposed to see us if the lights are off?" Rodney argued, his frustration spilling over. The tension in his voice was rising, fueled by a mix of fear and the growing sense that they were being led into a trap.
"You don't call the shots around here," Mark snapped, glaring at Rodney.
"Then who does, huh?" Rodney c
