Chapter 22 - THE MOTHERSHIP STRIKE
With the freighter's navigation systems fully compromised, Elena uploaded a malicious logic bomb directly into their mainframe.
The automated defense turrets and encrypted satellite dishes shut down simultaneously across the entire vessel.
"The ship is ours, and their communications are completely blacked out from here to Geneva," Elena announced calmly.
Marcus walked over to the ship's captain's chair, sitting down comfortably as if he owned half the Atlantic Ocean.
"What's our next move, commander? Do we sink this floating rust bucket, or do we sail it straight into New York harbor?" Marcus asked.
"We sail it into the Brooklyn Navy Yard with all their encrypted archives intact for federal intelligence," Elena decided.
"The federal agencies will owe us so many favors we could rewrite the city charter by breakfast," Marcus laughed darkly.
They set the autopilot coordinates, retreating back to their tactical transport as the freighter turned its bow toward America.
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The salt air whipped around them as they sped away into the night, leaving the defeated syndicate adrift in the dark.
For Elena, the ghosts of her past were finally being laid to rest one by one beneath the weight of absolute power.
