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The second lies inside the office.
Both men are alive.
Simon disabled his own guards.
“He’s clearing the yard,” Ben says.
“Why?” I ask.
“So no one can stop what he’s about to do.”
The team reaches the metal building.
Marcus points toward a hydraulic lift covered by a canvas tarp.
“Entrance is underneath.”
The agents remove the tarp.
A steel platform fills the floor.
Marcus enters a code into a control box while an agent watches every movement.
The platform descends.
Concrete walls rise around them.
At the bottom, a corridor leads beneath the salvage yard.
Water drips from overhead pipes.
Red emergency lights pulse along the floor.
“Those lights shouldn’t be on,” Marcus says.
“What do they mean?” Ben asks.
“The dry dock is flooding.”
The team runs.
An alarm begins to sound.
They reach a steel door.
Marcus places his hand on the scanner.
Nothing happens.
“Simon removed my access.”
“Alternative entrance?” the tactical commander asks.
“Maintenance shaft. Twenty yards back.”
John and Mark race toward it.
Ben, Piers and the federal agents remain at the steel door.
