Four minutes, thirty-one seconds.
Elena refused to move. "You analyze intelligence, Anderson. You don't disarm bombs. Staying here accomplishes nothing except adding your corpse to the body count."
"I can coordinate pursuit assets from here," Ral insisted, his eyes scanning shipping routes on the display. "Louis's container will reach Swedish territorial waters in eighteen minutes. After that, Sweden has jurisdiction and extraction becomes exponentially more—"
"You will be dead in four minutes," Nikolai interrupted flatly. "Your coordination abilities are irrelevant if you're vaporized. Rebecca and Chen can manage pursuit without you dying pointlessly."
Three minutes, fifty-eight seconds.
The FSB officer had already evacuated her team, their tactical boots echoing in stairwells as the
