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Blood runs along the side of his face.
He pushes himself onto his hands and knees.
“John. Mark.”
Static answers him.
“John!”
A cough comes through the radio.
“We’re here.”
Mark’s camera activates inside the maintenance shaft.
A wall has collapsed behind them, but both men are moving.
Relief nearly takes my legs out from under me.
The tactical commander reports that all agents are accounted for. Two have minor injuries.
Simon destroyed the dry dock.
But he didn’t kill anyone.
Ben looks toward the remaining surveillance feed.
The Argent Star is moving into the bay.
Coast Guard vessels close in from the north and south.
Simon has nowhere to go.
“He’ll detonate the ship before he surrenders,” Marcus warns.
“Is anyone else aboard?” Ben asks.
“I don’t know.”
A helicopter sweeps its light across the deck.
Simon remains on the bridge.
Then another figure appears behind him.
Donald Cross.
He holds Ivy’s real Leica in one hand.
In the other, he holds a gun against a woman’s head.
Ivy leans toward the monitor.
“Naomi.”
Her assistant wasn’t safe at home.
The woman the police found was never Naomi at all.
