Whereabouts in Doubt

Earlier, Manhattan, New York.

In a temporarily rented office, a group of people gathered around Amaria Mamed's desk.

"Any news about Mike and the others?"

Having finally intercepted something from the Coast Guard's radio channel, the hired hacker said excitedly, "They found them. Their helicopter merely crashed into the sea. Everyone is safe."

"Did they say what happened?" asked one of the mercenaries recruited by the Alpha Squad members taking on this private job. Another immediately mocked him. "Even if we want to know what happened, we'll have to wait until they get back. Do you think they'd dare tell the Coast Guard they flew out to sea in a helicopter to shoot the people on a boat?"

"But it looks like they got taken out instead. Who was that extra man in the dock footage? Did you find any information on him? And what about the woman who helped the target? Did you find anything on her?"

Before Amaria Mamed could answer, Ezekiel Sims identified the man first. "He's Henry Brown, a minor nuisance."

"You know that guy?" someone asked their employer. "Can the operation continue?"

"Ignore him. He has no value to me, as long as he didn't clearly die by my hand." Ezekiel Sims made his decision quickly. "What about their whereabouts... Amaria, can you still find them?" Taking advantage of the question, the burly white man placed a hand on the female hacker's shoulder, seemingly trying to act intimate, with even further intentions.

The female hacker, who had been more or less forced to come here, shuddered and did not dare shake off the hands of these murderers. She merely pretended not to notice she was being taken advantage of, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

"The AIS transponder on the vessel registered under Henry Brown's