The scene transitioned smoothly to a closer view of the cargo ship. Dark, rust-stained metal loomed against the blue sky. Armed guards patrolled the decks, their rifles slung casually over their shoulders. The camera panned over their serious faces, their eyes scanning the waters for any sign of threat.
Back on the covert vessel, Daniel adjusted his earpiece and spoke into the mic. "Ethan, bring down their comms. We need radio silence on that ship."
Ethan nodded, fingers flying across the keyboard. "On it," he replied. The screen in front of him displayed lines of code, each one working to penetrate the ship's communication system. "Three... two... one... and they're down," he announced, a hint of triumph in his voice.