I glanced back at Dexter, wondering what he wanted to say.
Suddenly, the sound of a gunshot reverberated in the distance as someone on the cruise ship pulled the trigger...
In a moment of shock, I swiftly pivoted and cast my gaze toward the source of the sound. Dexter instinctively wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close for protection, while I cradled the girl in my embrace. Together, we hid under the dining table.
A group of individuals had entered the room. They were the armed personnel who were in charge of operating the control room earlier. "Alert them. If they persist in their actions and approach, we'll kill the hostages."
Dexter and I exchanged glances as we noticed a ship approaching. The police had already strategized with Zion and Eason about rescue and response plans.
