“Captain Jönsson, where is your weapons locker?”
“We don’t have weapons on board this ship. We are civilized people.”
Mooch nodded. “If it’s a Swedish ship, I don’t doubt him. Owners don’t want the crew trying to resist pirates. They’d be outgunned.”
The captain stared in rage toward his second mate, who was still coughing and gagging on the floor under Ripper’s knee. “You’re animals. . . .”
“He’ll be fine in a few minutes. How many others aboard?”
The captain spoke through clenched teeth. “Twenty-two crew.” McKinney noticed Odin listening to his earphone radio. “Okay . . . affirmative.” Odin focused back on the Swede. “Captain, your helm and engine room are now under my control. No one has been hurt, and I don’t want anyone hurt. Just order your crew to abandon ship.”
He eyed Odin with growing rage. “You think you’re going to just sail away with two thousand BMWs? You won’t get far. I promise you that.”
“We aren’t planning on getting far.”
Mooch raised his eyebrows. “Did he say two thousand BMWs?”
The captain was on a rant. “You’ll have no way of unloading the cars from the ship before they track you down. You’ll not reach land.”
“Right on both counts.” He pulled the bound captain toward his quarters and opened the door. “Get on the PA and order your crew to abandon ship. Time is a factor.”
“You are an imbecile, if you think you can get away with this.”
“The safest thing is for you and your crew to abandon ship. Without any hostages on board, the authorities can sweep down on us without innocent people getting hurt.”
The captain just glared at him for several moments.
Odin leaned in toward him. “I saw that free-fall emergency boat. You and the crew get inside and launch. The sooner you evacuate, the sooner you can radio for help.”
Jönsson narrowed his eyes. “There is something else going on here.”
“Get on the PA, Captain.”
“What are you planning on doing with my ship?”
“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.”
“I don’t believe you now.”
“Very well. This ship is about to be attacked by thousands of military drones that will kill everyone on board as they cut it to pieces.”
The captain’s face went slack.
“Now, you can either stick around for that or bail out now with your crew and call for help. Which is it?”
He was weighing the matter. “Are you the group causing the distress calls we’ve been hearing?”
“What distress calls?”
“An Indonesian freighter said they were under aerial attack. We haven’t heard from them in the last twenty minutes. Search planes have been dispatched from the mainland.”
“That’s just going to wind up getting more people killed.”
“Killed?”
“We passed that freighter just as it was going under. Did any of their broadcasts make sense to you, Captain?”
The captain struggled to find words, then finally settled for “No. They said dozens of small planes were attacking them.”
“It’s a new class of autonomous combat drone, Captain—ship-cutters. And they’ve gotten loose.”
“You must be joking. Robot aircraft attacking ships?”
Odin grabbed the PA handset from the wall and shoved it in front of his face. “Get talking, Captain Jönsson. The longer you wait, the more likely it is that your entire crew will wind up dead.”
“But we are under way at twenty knots.”
Odin pounded the wall next to the man’s head. “I’m finished negotiating with you. We both know damn well that boat can be launched while under way.”
“It’s not safe.”
“Safe is a relative term. Inside an hour there will be ten thousand killer drones on top of us.”
“Ten thousand?”
“Make the announcement—in English, please.”
The captain sighed deeply, and then nodded as Odin keyed the PA handset. “Attention, crew. Attention, crew. This is Captain Jönsson. The Tonsberg has been boarded and hijacked by armed men. Do not panic, and do not resist them. All crew members are to move with urgency to the free-fall boat. This is your order to abandon ship. Repeat: Abandon ship with urgency and prepare to deploy while under way.”
Odin nodded and hung the PA mic back on its hook. “Thank you.”
They could already hear shouting and footsteps running over metal plating elsewhere above and below them. The ship started to lean to the left as it went into a steep turn.
The captain frowned. “Why are we turning?”