Marina Worker: Come in, Harbor Control! This is Marina Slip Four!
A marina walkie-talkie radio crackles with an urgent transmission while mounted on a wooden dock post[cite: 1].
Radio: Move the Sea Crest away from Pump Four. Elena has the route map[cite: 1].
Marina Worker: That's not harbor control, that's the automated federal security relay!
Elena: Hit the master cutoff switch... do it now!
Victoria: What is that blaring sound coming from the dock speakers?
Marina Worker: It's the automated harbor security lockdown, Victoria!
Victoria: Turn it off! I have diplomatic immunity in these waters!
Marina Worker: Diplomatic immunity doesn't cover grand theft maritime vessel!
Elena: Cut the fuel lines to her slip!
Victoria: You miserable little rats are going to pay for this interference!
Marina Worker: The system is locked into remote override mode!
Victoria: I'll override your manual controls with my onboard terminal!
Will the emergency lockdown mechanism engage before the luxury yacht clears the fuel dock zone?