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around maps. Every single one of them knew Forseti; it had been another training post only last summer. One of the remotest platforms, it was a relic to the 70s standing over a tapped well in the Heidrun oil field.
    “He’s daring us—”
    “No point in going in by Puma—”
    “Sea it is—”
    “Boat—”
    “Drop—”
    Every member had something to say, every man on the Delta team was a specialist in their own right.
    “Can we get in touch with crew? Are there comms to anyone on the platform?” Ewan asked from behind them. Finn bit his lower lip. He didn’t want to think this way, but Svein didn’t exactly give the impression he was there for money or effect. Finn didn’t have to think too hard to know that Svein was only on there to destroy with no hope of a hostage trade off. Which meant everyone could well be dead on there already.
    Cap answered for him. “No comms as yet, nothing from the crew, or from the engineer. Apart from the video we’ve got nothing.”
    “He wants us,” Finn said. He didn’t have to say it out loud but everyone in Delta knew it. This was wrong, this wasn’t delicate negotiation nor did it have a strong hope of resolution. This had to be nothing more than a trap for Delta.
    “He never got over the fact we killed him,” Erik deadpanned. Graveside humour, blacker than black, was how the team worked but something in the pit of Finn hated it.
    Niall was on there. His Niall.
    “So we’re walking into a trap,” Cap summarised. “We know that. He knows that. We may as well land a freaking Puma on the helipad and just walk out, weapons drawn.”
    “Which is what he is expecting because he’ll know we know.” Finn did his own summarising and it made sense in his head. “So we split, half in the Puma, half by sea.” He pointed at the main boat deck where they could safely dock a boat. Then he traced the side around and up and under the lower production deck. “Here, we land it here.”
    “We need a distraction.”
    “Landing a Puma is a pretty big distraction.”
    “Erik, Finn, you’re by sea, the rest of us will do the frontal assault, land the Puma, draw their fire. We go in, we take them out, try and get the crew out alive.”
    There was deadly calm in Cap’s voice and Finn nodded his agreement like everyone else did. There was one word Finn was refusing to accept. There was no trying to get the crew out, and by default Niall. He would rescue everyone or die trying.
    That is what Delta did.

Chapter Five
    The battery light flickered red and Niall had never felt such a keen sense of relief in anything before. A red light wasn’t enough to use it but at least the phone was charging. He just had to hope that whoever had decided to attack Forseti hadn’t somehow affected communications and he could get a clear line out.
    What would Finn do, what would Finn do…
    A sound had him shrinking back behind the crates but it was nothing more than buffeting wind and rain smashing into the thick walls. Whoever was hijacking the platform would know he was still alive and that he’d gotten away. And was it just one man with a gun, or was this more than one. Niall had only seen a single man with a gun face to face, but there was another armed in the drilling deck control room. At least two.
    If they were worried about finding him, if they thought he was of any use, or hell, if they just wanted him dead, then he wasn’t safe wherever he was hiding.
    Worst comes to worst you could jump in the sea.
    And die in seconds, slammed against the superstructure, or pulled underneath the tumultuous waves, freezing in seconds.
    No jumping into the sea unless you have to.
    The red light flickered for a second from red to green but then settled back on red. What happened if he used the phone? Would the unknown attackers pick up the comms, find him? Niall was an engineer, give him sixty-three thousand tons of steel and concrete and he could imagine every inch of it and know it like it was his