Rina waited. Patience was key.
The docks were quiet, the last patrol boat fading into the distance. Midnight. The perfect time.
She stood in the shadows, hands in her pockets, eyes scanning the area. No cameras. No drones. No people.
Now.
With a deep breath, she stepped off the dock then shot into the sky.
Her body cut through the night air, fast and silent. The city lights faded behind her as she soared toward the isolated prison in the middle of the ocean.
No boat. No records. No traces. Just Captain Rina Hunter vanishing into the dark.