Chapter 10 - The Last Stand
He turned to sprint toward the waiting extraction chopper hovering dangerously close to the exterior helipad, but I was faster.
I fired a single, perfect shot that caught Kane cleanly in the right shoulder, spinning him violently to the metal deck.
I sprinted forward and tackled him before he could stand up, firmly securing his hands behind his back with heavy plastic zip ties.
I left him screaming in pain on the floor and rushed to the main command console to stop the activated scuttling charges.
The countdown timer on the screen was flashing ominously, showing less than forty seconds before the massive ship would be blown to pieces.
I frantically typed in my classified NCIS Alpha-level override codes, praying that the satellite connection was still active in this sector.
The red numbers stopped ticking with exactly three seconds left on the clock, locking the explosives down in a secure dormant state.
I breathed a massive sigh of relief and slumped against the heavy metal console, watching the sun slowly begin to rise over the ocean.
Within thirty minutes, three heavily armed Coast Guard cutters appeared on the radar, completely surrounding the disabled Resolute in the water.
The heavily armed boarding parties quickly secured the vessel, safely rescuing the trapped refugees and arresting the remaining corrupt crew members.
Kane was dragged aggressively off the ship in iron handcuffs, screaming furious threats about how his powerful friends would bury me.
I stood on the flight deck and watched the beautiful, calm morning light bounce off the gentle Pacific waves, knowing I had finally won.
I returned to Washington a decorated hero, completely ready to close the file on Victor Kane forever.
Then, I received an anonymous encrypted email containing a single security camera video.
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The footage showed Colonel Kane having a private dinner just last week.
The man sitting across the table, laughing and shaking Kane's hand, was the Director of NCIS.
