THE CONTROL ROOM of Ciaran’s yacht was dimly lit, and the glow of the monitors was casting shadows across everyone’s faces. Tahimik lang dagat—too calm, as if it, too, was waiting for something to happen.
Sa main monitor, nakatingin silang lahat, mas lalo na si Ciaran at Lucien. Nakatutok ang kanilang atensiyon sa monitor. The monitor showed a grainy night-vision feed captured the dark silhouette of the submarine breaching the surface. The water has cascaded off its sleek metal hull, glinting faintly in the moonlight. The sound of hydraulic locks releasing echoed faintly through the speakers.
Tumabi naman rito ang isang yacht—Cynthia’s yacht.
Kumuyom ang kamay ni Ciaran.
“This is it, boss. Ito na ang ikalawang beses na lumitaw ang submarine in the same coordinates. It will stay up
