Piranha (30 page)

Martinique

“The sub is one hundred feet from the bow of the
Roraima
,” Linda said, reading the scan from the passive sonar.

“What about our divers?”

“All recovered in the moon pool,” Hali said. “MacD said he spotted what could have been a corner of the metal photo tin, but his air was exhausted before he could dig it up.”

“What about grabbing it with Little Geek?”

“He said Little Geek won't fit where he saw it. It was a corner he had to reach his arm into. He said he told Eddie where it was when he passed them on the way up.” The full face masks they were wearing let them communicate up close underwater.

“Where are Eddie and Linc now?” Max asked Murph, who was still operating Little Geek.

“Camera shows them inside the portable underwater habitat,” Murph said. “They should be out of the sub's view.” The PUH was an inflatable fabric dome that was anchored to the
Roraima
and contained an air bubble inside to allow the divers who were wearing regulators to rest, converse about the dive, or even get a drink of water.

Max knew curiosity about why they were down there was killing Murph, but he was glad Murph understood enough not to ask questions when he shouldn't.

The front of the sub was about to pass over the disintegrating
Roraima
twenty feet above its prow. Max couldn't wait any longer. It was the closest the sub would get to the
Oregon
before they started dumping the barrels of explosives.

“Linda, get ready to send a single ping.”

All eyes whipsawed to Max. Linda was shocked by the command. “But Eddie and Linc—”

“Will be safe inside the PUH”—
I hope,
he thought, but didn't say. “It's the only thing I could think of to save the hostages. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you all before, but if our security has in fact been compromised, I didn't want any eavesdroppers to know what I was planning.”

Linda nodded her understanding and raised her finger over the button that would activate a sonar ping.

Passive sonar detects submarines underwater using the noise generated by the sub itself. Active sonar sends out sound signals that bounce back to give a picture of the object, much like the clicks dolphins use to find fish. Dolphins are also thought to employ these clicking sounds to stun fish. At 220 decibels, their echolocation emanations are among the loudest noises emitted by any animal.

The active ping of the
Oregon
's sonar registered at 240 decibels. If a diver were unlucky enough to be swimming next to the transmitter when a ping was sent, his internal organs would be jellied, killing him instantly. The sub was three hundred yards away, so the ping would only stun the divers, as if they had been hit by a flashbang grenade. Eddie and Linc would be protected inside the PUH because their lungs and ears would be above the water level and the sound pressure would be lessened by its transition from water to air. The hostages would be safe for the same reason. Eddie and Linc would have a few minutes to attack the dazed divers on the sub.

That was the plan anyway.

The sub was cruising slowly, likely to make it easier to drop the barrels in a regular pattern along the length of the
Roraima
.

“Linda,” Max said, “send our surprise.”

The deafening ping blasted forth, audible even in the op center.

“I hope you got the message, guys,” he said under his breath.

—

Eddie and Linc had been discussing
why Max was being so cryptic when the ping hit the dome's fabric so hard that it temporarily caved in. The sound inside the PUH was loud enough to make their ears ring. Eddie couldn't imagine how loud it would have been in the water.

“That must be the cue Max was talking about,” Linc said.

They quickly donned their masks and drew their SPP-1 underwater pistols. “You take the port side of the sub and I'll take starboard. We should assume they're armed as well.” The SPPs couldn't be reloaded on the fly, so each of them had brought a pair of the pistols that held four bolts each. The disadvantage was that at this depth, the weapons had an effective range of only twenty feet.

They ducked under the surface and emerged from the PUH to see the white sub gliding fifty feet above them. Through the
Roraima
's remaining intact girders, Eddie could make out the silhouette of a scuba diver thrashing from the effects of the sonar disruption.

An object was tumbling down toward them. It looked unsettlingly like a depth charge, which meant it had to be one of the barrels that Max had mentioned. It crashed into a rusted girder, which collapsed and sent a pile of metal down with it. The tangle of steel landed on the barrel. It was only twenty feet from the location where MacD said he had spotted the object he thought might be the corner of the tin holding the photographic plates they were looking for.

There was no time to search for it now. Their priority was to eliminate the threat from the divers holding the sub passengers hostage. Eddie and Linc pumped their legs to intercept their targets before they regained their senses.

Linc angled away toward the port side of the sub while Eddie swam straight toward the scuba diver, who was still holding his hands to his ears. Blood tinged the water from the man's ruptured eardrums. He saw Eddie swimming toward him and fumbled with a small speargun that dangled from his wrist, but Eddie shot two bolts into his chest before he could fire. More blood, and the body went limp.

Eddie kicked for the sub, where he saw another barrel teetering over the edge of the stern platform. He caught the bottom of it with his shoulder and pushed it back up before it could fall.

The diver next to the barrel, who had been struggling to wrestle it over the side in his diminished state, was shocked by Eddie's sudden appearance. He reeled backward and managed to get his finger on the trigger of his speargun just as Eddie's bolt lanced through his mask. His spear fired harmlessly into the pontoon.

Eddie checked the diver and saw that his mask was outfitted with a bone-conduction communications device. Even with a ruptured eardrum, the man would still be able to hear a signal transmitted from another diver. Eddie had to assume all of the divers were similarly equipped.

He turned and spotted a third diver by the bow. The diver was paying no attention to him but was instead fumbling with a device in his hands. The light from the sub's interior illuminated him enough for Eddie to see that it was a shaped charge of plastic explosives.

The diver must have gotten the message that they were under attack and was attempting to destroy the sub.

Eddie dolphin-kicked toward him, the SPP-1 outstretched. He fired at thirty feet, but the bolt clanged against the sub's hull. He dropped the pistol and whipped the spare from his belt. He fired all four bolts in rapid succession, hoping one would hit before the diver could trigger the bomb.

Three of the bolts hit the target, one in the arm and two in the torso, but at this range they lacked the punch needed to disable him. The diver slapped the plastique against the sub and flipped the trigger.

The explosion was small but powerful. It ripped the diver to shreds and knocked Eddie back. He shook his head, and saw that the sub's hull hadn't been torn apart. In his haste and disorientation, the diver had placed the charge on an electrical conduit instead of the main body of the hull itself.

The sub was moderately damaged. A huge chunk had been gouged out of the conduit and the hull dented inward. Eddie didn't see any signs of a leak.

He went to the cockpit dome and knocked on it, startling the pilot. Eddie gave the thumbs-up, the diver's gesture to surface. The pilot shook his head and started babbling in French. He gesticulated toward the location of the explosion and then back toward the controls. Eddie didn't have to know the language to understand that the blast had disabled the sub.

He inspected the site of the explosion and found severed wires jutting from the hull. The sub wasn't going anywhere on its own.

The pilot ran from the cockpit into the sub's passenger cabin and Eddie swam along outside to follow. The pilot freed a groggy young man from bondage and then went over to the barrel of explosives. Eddie realized with horror that he was about to open it without knowing if it was booby-trapped.

He pounded on the window to get the pilot's attention. Eddie shook his head vigorously and made an exploding motion with his hands. The pilot got the message and backed off. He came over to the window and pointed to the barrel and then his watch. He flashed five fingers three times.

Eddie nodded. Fifteen minutes left before the barrel exploded.

Linc swam into view. Eddie waved him over and they touched masks.

“I took care of the three on the port side,” Linc said. He saw the damage from the explosion. “That must have been the thump I heard.”

“The sub's too damaged to move,” Eddie said. “And we've got fifteen minutes until that barrel of explosives inside goes off.”

“Which probably means we've got fifteen minutes until they all go off, including the one down inside the
Roraima
.”

“We can't open the hatch this far down to evacuate the passengers.”

“Even if we could they'd all drown before we could get them up top.”

“Right. You hightail it to the
Oregon
. We're going to need help from them to get that sub surfaced.”

“What about you?”

“I'm going to try to get the photo tin before the bomb blows.”

“I'll be back with the cavalry,” Linc said, and churned his powerful legs toward the
Oregon
's moon pool.

Eddie turned back to the window to see the pilot's pleading face.

“Aidez-nous,”
the man said.

Eddie understood that.
Help us.

He smiled and circled his thumb and forefinger in the OK sign.
Help is on the way
.

Then he swam back down into the depths of the
Roraima
.

—

As Linc swift-kicked toward
the
Oregon
, Max and the rest of the crew in the op center watched him on the big screen via the underwater camera lowered from the moon pool. Linc hadn't been down long enough to need a decompression stop so he swam straight up into the pool.

Max had the technician put him on the line before he was even out of the water.

“Where's Eddie?” Max asked.

“He's trying to retrieve the photo plate,” Linc said. The view from Little Geek confirmed that Eddie was throwing up clouds of silt digging through the wreck. “But we've got a bigger problem. The barrel inside the sub is going to blow in thirteen minutes and the controls have jammed. They're stuck down there.”

With that little time left, Max didn't have the luxury of debating the two primary ways of bringing up a submerged vessel: either floating it or pulling it up. It would take precise placement and synchronized inflation of air bags to bring it up without capsizing it. The best choice was to use one of the deck cranes to hoist it. They didn't have to raise it all the way out of the water, just enough to be able to open the hatch and not drown the occupants.

“Linda,” Max said, “get us over the sub now. Put someone on the number one crane, and divers in the water to attach the cables.” He radioed down instructions to Linc to attach the cables to the sub.

Linda rushed to the helm. There was no anchor to raise. The
Oregon
had been station-keeping with its thrusters. She nudged the ship over to the
Roraima
, expertly placing it so the crane's extended boom was directly over the sub.

Once the divers were in the water with Linc, Max ordered the moon pool doors closed. He didn't want the sub hostages seeing the unusual configuration as they were raised to the surface.

He wasn't worried about damaging the sub further. Speed was of the essence. He had a camera lowered with the crane's hook so that he could monitor what was happening on board. Five minutes later, Linc signaled that the hooks were secure. Max gave the order and the cable spooled up, grew taut, and the sub began to rise. The divers rode up on it except for Linc, who descended out of camera range. At the same time, Max had a lifeboat lowered to take the hostages aboard.

While the sub was coming up, Max checked with Murph, who was watching Eddie's efforts on Little Geek's monitor. The cloudy water made it hard to see any progress, but he was still digging.

“What's that?” Max said when he saw movement at the top of the screen. He thought it might be Linc coming to help Eddie. Instead, it was a piece of steel that must have been dislodged by the falling barrel.

Max went cold. “Warn him!”

“Not enough time,” Murph said, and drove Little Geek forward into the path of the falling debris. Seconds later, the ROV lurched downward and the screen went dark.

Max and Murph looked at each other with dread, but there was nothing more they could do. They had to concentrate on getting the hostages to safety.