Chapter 19 - THE DEEP TRACE
The tech bunker beneath the restaurant hummed with the furious computation of server racks processing satellite packets.
Elena tapped commands onto the glowing terminal, decrypting the encrypted burst transmission sent by the dead assassins.
"Got them. Their command relay is anchored on a converted cargo freighter floating just outside international waters," Elena confirmed.
Marcus leaned over her shoulder, his dark eyes scanning the coordinates displayed on the tactical naval map interface.
"That's twenty miles off the coast of Montauk. Perfect territory for a quiet, unscheduled maritime boarding," Marcus noted.
"We can't take a standard yacht; their radar will spot us before we clear the harbor channel," Elena warned.
"Who said anything about a yacht? We're taking the Syndicate's own supply vessel currently docked in Brooklyn," Marcus smirked.
By 9:00 PM, a heavily modified black tactical transport slipped silently out of the East River under the cover of a dense fog.
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Elena stood at the bow, wearing a matte-black tactical jumpsuit, the sea spray dampening her face as she scanned the dark horizon.
Marcus stood beside her, his tattooed hands resting firmly on the railing, exuding absolute, unshakeable authority.
