The Strait of Gibraltar at two in the morning was a churning expanse of black water whipped by brisk Atlantic currents. Under a starless canopy of clouds, the luxury motor yacht *Astraea* rode the heavy swell six nautical miles off the coast of Tangier, running with subdued navigation lights to avoid international maritime customs radar. Drifting three hundred yards off the yacht's port quarter sat the *Chimera*, its radar-absorbent carbon…
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