The Venezuelan Navy intercepts them at dawn.

Three patrol boats. Fast. Well-armed. Flying colors that mean business.

Captain Reyes doesn't seem surprised.

"Expected this," he tells them as they watch the boats approach.

"Are we in trouble?" Aria asks.

"Depends on who's asking."

"What does that mean?"

"It means Venezuelan waters have their own rules."

"What rules?"

"Money talks. Everything else walks."

The lead patrol boat pulls alongside. An officer in a crisp uniform boards their ship.

Young. ...