The five interceptor boats sliced through the black, churning waters of the Lower Bay like obsidian blades, throwing twin plumes of white spray into the freezing night air. Running without navigation lights, guided only by forward-looking infrared sensors and Sofia's real-time satellite telemetry, the strike fleet closed the distance on the massive container ship. The Leviathan loomed against the misty horizon like a floating steel mountain—a nine-hundred-foot cargo vessel registered…
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