Chapter 1: The Man Who Fell From the Ship
“Colonel Victor Kane drove his boot into my chest and sent me over the rail of the USNS Resolute in front of nearly five hundred sailors and Marines.””
For one second, I was looking at his face.
The next, there was nothing beneath my boots.
Someone shouted my name.
The Pacific rushed up.
Then I hit the water.
Hard.
Cold slammed through me so violently that every muscle in my body locked. The impact stole the air from my lungs, and for a terrifying moment, there was no ship, no sky, no sound.
Only darkness.
Only pressure.
Only the crushing weight of thousands of feet of ocean beneath me.
I kicked upward on instinct.
My uniform dragged against my body like it was made of concrete. My boots felt like anchors. Every movement burned.
But I refused to sink.
Not because I wanted to live.
Because I knew exactly what Colonel Victor Kane wanted.
He wanted me gone.
By the time I broke the surface, the USNS Resolute was already moving away.
The massive gray ship cut through the waves like nothing had happened.
Hundreds of faces crowded the rail.
Sailors.
Marines.
Officers.
People who had just watched their commanding colonel throw a man into the ocean.
And above all of them stood Kane.
His hands rested casually on his hips.
Like he had just finished giving an order.
Like my life was nothing more than a problem he had solved.
A voice carried over the wind.
“Problem taken care of.””
I stared up at him.
Colonel Victor Kane thought the ocean would make me disappear.
What he had forgotten was the sealed NCIS evidence packet beneath my bunk.
The one with two words stamped across the front.
*DECK FOUR.*
Three hours earlier, the flight deck had felt like standing inside an oven.
The steel beneath our boots radiated heat like a furnace. The Pacific sun burned down without mercy, turning every piece of equipment into something too hot to touch.
Five hundred sailors and Marines stood in formation.
No shade.
No movement.
No water.
At least, not for us.
Colonel Kane sat beneath a canopy twenty yards away.
He had a plate of steak in front of him.
A bottle of cold water rested beside his hand.
Condensation rolled slowly down the plastic.
Everyone could see it.
That was the point.
Kane believed suffering created discipline.
Or at least, that was what he told people.
The truth was simpler.
He liked reminding people that he had power.
Three heat-related casualties had already been entered into the medical log that week.
Three people had collapsed during drills.
Three families had received phone calls telling them their loved ones were safe because medical teams had intervened in time.
And Kane still refused to unlock the emergency water storage below deck.
Officially, he called it ration control.
Nobody believed that anymore.
I was standing in the third row when I noticed the signalman beside me.
His name was Tyler Brooks.
Twenty years old.
Fresh-faced.
The kind of sailor who still looked surprised whenever someone called him “sir.””
He had been assigned to the Resolute only two months earlier.
Now he looked like he might collapse.
His lips were cracked.
His breathing was shallow.
His eyes struggled to focus.
I leaned slightly toward him.
“Stay with me.””
He swallowed.
“I’m fine.””
His voice was barely there.
I looked at him.
“No, you’re not.””
He tried to smile.
“Don’t want trouble.””
That sentence bothered me more than anything else.
Because it explained exactly what Kane had built.
A place where a young sailor would rather pass out than admit he needed water.
“Just keep your knees locked,” I whispered.
Tyler nodded.
For a few seconds, he stayed upright.
Then Colonel Kane noticed.
The entire formation changed.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody moved.
Kane slowly stood from his chair.
He adjusted his uniform sleeves.
Then he walked toward us.
Every step made the silence heavier.
He wore sunglasses, hiding his eyes.
But everyone knew where he was looking.
At weakness.
At anyone who dared interrupt his control.
Kane stopped in front of Tyler.
“Can’t stand up?””
Tyler immediately straightened.
“Yes, sir.””
His voice shook.
Kane tilted his head.
“Then prove it.””
Tyler tried.
One second passed.
Two.
Then his legs gave out.
He hit the deck hard.
A few people gasped.
Nobody moved.
Not because they didn’t care.
Because they were afraid.
Kane looked down at him.
No concern.
No urgency.
Nothing.
Just irritation.
“Dead weight doesn’t deserve rations.””
The words landed harder than the sailor hitting the steel.
I moved before I had time to think.
One step.
Then another.
I stepped between Kane and Tyler.
Five hundred people watched.
“Sir, he needs water.””
The moment the words left my mouth, I knew there was no taking them back.
Kane slowly turned his head.
The entire deck became silent.
Then he removed his sunglasses.
His eyes were colder than the ocean beneath us.
“Say that again.””
I held his stare.
“Sir, the sailor needs medical attention and hydration.””
A few heads shifted.
People were listening.
Kane noticed.
That was the dangerous part.
He didn’t care about Tyler collapsing.
He cared that someone had challenged him in front of witnesses.
“You think you know better than me?””
“No, sir.””
“Then why are you questioning my order?””
“Because the order is putting people at risk.””
A whisper moved through the formation.
Kane’s jaw tightened.
He stepped closer.
“You’re Lieutenant Daniel Reeves.””
“Yes, sir.””
“NCIS liaison officer.””
“Yes, sir.””
That title changed everything.
Most people on the ship saw me as another officer.
But Kane knew exactly why I was there.
He knew I had access to records.
He knew I asked questions.
And he knew I had spent the last two weeks looking into something he wanted buried.
Kane leaned closer.
“You’ve been busy.””
I said nothing.
His mouth curved into a small smile.
Not a friendly one.
A warning.
“I heard you’ve been searching through restricted maintenance reports.””
The air around us felt heavier.
“I was reviewing operational records.””
“Without my approval.””
“Some records don’t require your approval.””
That was the wrong answer.
I saw it immediately.
The smile disappeared.
Kane looked past me at Tyler lying on the deck.
Then back at me.
“You care so much about rules.””
He stepped closer.
“Let’s see how much you care when those rules cost you.””
I knew then.
This wasn’t about water.
It wasn’t about discipline.
It was about fear.
And Colonel Victor Kane was afraid of what I had found.
Because three nights earlier, beneath the lowest levels of the Resolute, I had opened a maintenance door that wasn’t supposed to exist.
Behind it was a sealed storage area.
Inside that room was something that could destroy Kane’s career.
A hidden operation.
A missing log.
And a file marked:
*DECK FOUR INCIDENT REPORT.*
The same file I had copied.
The same file I had hidden beneath my bunk.
Kane stared at me for another long second.
Then he smiled.
“Enjoy your last day on this ship, Lieutenant.””
I didn’t answer.
But as he walked away, I knew something had changed.
He wasn’t trying to scare me anymore.
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He was trying to remove me.
And three hours later, he did exactly that.
