Stronger.
Closer.
People turned toward the sky.
Three massive black helicopters appeared overhead, descending rapidly toward the yacht.
The music stopped instantly.
Champagne glasses froze midair.
Panic rippled across the deck as powerful wind from the helicopter blades tore through decorations and tablecloths.
The helicopters circled once before hovering directly above the yacht.
Then ropes dropped.
Armed security personnel descended with terrifying precision.
The laughter vanished completely.
One by one, the guests backed away in confusion.
“What the hell is this?” someone shouted.
The lead helicopter door finally opened.