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“How much?”

“Enough to destroy the ship.”

“And the people aboard it,” Ivy says.

Marcus looks down.

“Who else is on that vessel?” Marquez asks.

“I don’t know.”

“You worked inside the dry dock.”

“Simon never allowed me onto the ship unless he needed something repaired.”

“How many people did you see board?”

“Usually four or five.”

“Usually isn’t tonight.”

Marcus looks toward the image of the Argent Star.

“When I helped him prepare it three days ago, there were six crew members.”

“With Simon and Donald, that makes eight,” Keating says. “Plus Naomi.”

“No,” Marcus replies. “Donald was already aboard.”

“Then nine people total.”

Marcus shakes his head.

“I said six crew members. I didn’t count the prisoners.”

Ivy turns toward him.

“What prisoners?”

“There were three.”

The room goes silent.

“Who?” Marquez demands.

“I never saw their faces. They were brought aboard with hoods over their heads.”

“When?”

“Yesterday morning.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“You didn’t ask.”

Elliot’s voice erupts from the secure feed.

“You knew Simon had prisoners and said nothing?”