Sophia followed DC into the lockout trunk, a semicircular staging chamber originally designed to deploy Navy SEALs. It was the only place on the submarine where they wouldn’t risk being overhead. At the moment, fortunately, it didn’t contain any water. There was a ladder in the center, which disappeared into a tube above her. The other side of the trunk was stacked with metal panels. Each panel had two handles, probably equipment storage for SEAL deployment.
DC closed the circular porthole behind him. ‘I commanded Blue Berets,’ he said.
‘How many?’
He glared at her. ‘All of them. Thirteen thousand.’
His name had been mentioned in Adamicz’s entry, but without much context. She had no idea that she was questioning the former general of the Fifth Column’s personal army: thirteen thousand
