An invisible ship is a beautiful weapon until someone flips the switch that floods the entire ocean with light.
The interior of the secure mobile command transport was tight, smelling of heated copper wiring, leather seats, and cold plastic. Rain lashed violently against the reinforced metal roof of the customized van as it traveled along the dark coastal highway. Sarah Vance leaned forward from her seat, her face illuminated by the pale blue glare of her terminal. She kept her eyes glued to the loading bar that was stretching across the central display screen.
"The data transfer from the Swiss drive is almost complete, Ethan," Sarah said, her voice tight with a mixture of exhaustion and adrenaline. "The encryption layers on our father's files are deeper than anything I have ever encount
