The cargo bay
Pushing through a twisted doorframe, the crew entered what remained of the main cargo hold. Dozens of containers lay cracked, their contents spilled or gone. Water sloshed between gaps in the steel floor. In one corner, half-submerged barrels were wedged between beams. Sarah knelt near one. “No markings,” she noted. “These were not here before. Somebody moved them,” she said, seeing drag marks leading from the barrels.
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