The bridge of the *Poseidon V* smelled of heated electronics, ozone, and aged whiskey. The massive vessel rolled heavily in the Atlantic swell, the green glow of radar monitors reflecting off the wet tactical armor of both factions. Moretti's five bodyguards were European contractors—former French marine commandos equipped with customized FN SCAR rifles and ceramic chest rigs. They stood in a tight defensive semicircle around their commander, weapons leveled at…
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