The dark waves of the Atlantic Ocean crashed softly against the sides of the black sea launch as Silas cut the twin engines. The sound of the powerful motors faded into a low hum, leaving only the splash of the water and the cool breeze of the pre-dawn wind.

Fifty yards ahead of them, The Golden Ghost rocked gently on the dark swells. The blue glow of computer screens still flickered through the tinted windows of the upper deck where Marcus Vance sat working.

Lucian stood near the bow of the launch, his massive frame steady against the rolling water. He turned his head slightly, looking down at his brothers...