The platform rose from the water like a steel fortress, lights blazing against the night sky. Ennis cut the engine two hundred yards out, letting the boat drift on the current. The sound of the waves against the pylons would cover their approach.
"Two guards on the lower deck," Elias whispered, peering through the scope. "One at the helipad. Can't see inside."
"Four boats docked on the south side. Helicopter's still there." Ennis checked his rifle one more time, then his sidearm, then the knife strapped to his thigh. "We go up the north pylon. Service ladder. Should be clear."
"Should be."
"Has to be." Ennis looked at his brother, and something passed between them. A lifetime of trust. Of brotherhood. "If I go down-"
"You're not going down." Elias's voice was steel. "We get her. We ki
