A few miles offshore one of the barrier islands, an engine room fire had erupted onboard a cargo ship. The watch duty crew headed for the fast boat tied to the station dock. Sawyer was halfway out the door when Braeden stopped him. “Do not under any circumstances set foot on that vessel, XPO.” “But twelve souls are listed on the crew list.” Sawyer scanned the information sheet he’d been handed. “The Cartagena is carrying almost 20,000 tons of flammable chemicals. Mainly methyl tertiary...” Sawyer squinted at the words. “Butyl ether and iso...buta...nol.” Braeden crossed his arms over his chest. “We don’t have the proper protective gear, nor do you have the training to deal with that kind of ‘tetra-methyl-kill-you’ cargo, Sawyer.” “Chief—” Braeden’s jaw tightened. “The Atlantic Strike Team helo out of Elizabeth City will be en route to the burning ship.
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