The Last Horizon

The South China Sea stretched like an endless mirror beneath the moonlit sky, calm and indifferent to the chaos about to unfold. The Syndicate's tanker loomed in the distance, its shadow casting an ominous mark on the waters. As the team approached in a small, camouflaged boat, the silence was broken only by the hum of the engine and the pounding of their hearts.

Felix was the first to scale the side of the tanker, his movements swift and silent. The others followed closely, their breaths measured as they crept onto the deck. Guards patrolled in pairs, their boots echoing against the metal.

“We split into teams,” Bintang whispered through the comms. “Felix, take Rhea and Zhang to secure the control room. Clarissa, David, and I will handle the cargo hold. Eka, keep us connected and guide us through.”

“Copy that,” Eka’s voice crackled from their earpieces. “You’ve got 20 minutes tops before this thing blows sky-high. Don’t mess it up.”