Ethan moved swiftly through the ship’s dimly lit corridors, his every step muffled by the worn carpeting. He glanced at his watch. Time was slipping through his fingers, and every second brought new risks. The vault was only two levels below, tucked away in the ship's bowels where few dared to venture.
His plan was simple: station his men near the vault under the guise of routine security. That way, they could monitor the area without arousing suspicion.
The thought of Scarlett crossed his mind for the hundredth time that night. She had no idea the storm was brewing around her. If she did, she’d hate him even more for involving her. But he didn’t have the luxury of guilt right now—only action.
The metallic hum of the elevator doors snapped him out of his thoughts. He stepped inside, pr
