Kill Decision(149)
The captain grabbed his sleeve, practically dragging him up the steps. “We need to seal this compartment. Where the hell is that other man?”
“He locked himself in the generator room.”
The captain stopped and pointed back down. “Go get him! I need to manage the bilge pumps to make sure we don’t capsize.” He shoved Evans. “Do it!”
The captain raced ahead and through the watertight door. Looking down again, Evans realized he could now see actual underwater cutting torches in the dark bubbling water. “Oh, no way . . .”
Suddenly Ritter scrambled through a side door some distance below. He was shouting, “Which way is out of this goddamned place!”
Evans nodded and started racing up the stairs. Ritter took off in his direction, mounting the steps as well.
Once he got to the watertight door, Evans turned to see the ocean surging upward now.
Ritter shouted, “No! Don’t close the door!”
Evans grimaced. “Nothing personal, asshole. Just business.” He slammed it shut and locked it down with the turn bolts. The metal was so thick he could barely hear the screams on the other side.
* * *
McKinney and Odin remained on the bridge of the Ebba Maersk for nearly twenty minutes. The pheromone canister was getting low, but up ahead was the unmistakable outline of waves crashing against rocks. It stretched in a line across a third of the near horizon.
Odin had been manually adjusting the wheel back and forth for the entire run.
“Are we close enough to jump ship?”
“Just a bit more—we’ve come this far. We need to be sure. How we doing on pheromone?”
She shook the canister. “Not much. Maybe an inch left on the bottom, but at our consumption rate that should be plenty.”
The quadracopter drones were even then starting to investigate their human breath again. McKinney depressed the nozzle to spray another dose on them.
But nothing came out.
She shook it and tried the nozzle several more times.
He noticed her efforts. “What’s wrong?”
“Propellant. There’s no more damned propellant.”
They exchanged deadly serious looks and looked out at the thousands and thousands of drones around them. McKinney could see a quadracopter edging up over the windowsill of the control room, headed straight toward them.
Odin aimed the pistol and shot once, knocking it out of the air where it disappeared below the window. “Dammit!”
They could both see jagged rocks foaming in waves several kilometers ahead. He picked up a pair of range-finding binoculars in a holder on the console. He focused them on the rocks. “Two and a half kilometers. We just need to stay alive for about four more minutes.”
McKinney pointed as a dozen quadracopter drones in two sizes started gathering around the bridge. She turned back the way they had come, to see that direction being closed off by twice as many more.
Odin grabbed the canister and threw it onto the console. “Stand back!” He aimed the pistol obliquely at the metal and fired several shots in succession, finally causing the canister to rattle across the floor.
McKinney grabbed it, only to find the dents hadn’t penetrated.
Odin leaned down next to her. “Lean it against the wall.”
McKinney carefully placed it and glanced around to see now six or seven dozen quadracopter drones gathering around the control tower. “Odin!”
He was busy aiming at the nozzle tip of the canister. He fired a shot that sent it rolling across the floor again. He scrambled after it, only to pick it up and find the nozzle pinched completely closed. He swung it around, trying to drain anything out of it. But nothing came.
He pointed at her backpack. “Anything at all?”
She unzipped it to show the detector—which showed fairly high levels of perfluorocarbon—and the metal canister of oleoresin capsicum. “This just induces the attack signal.” She glanced around them as the quadracopters closed in. “And there’s about to be plenty of that around here already.”
He took it from her, then keyed the radio. “Foxy. If you don’t hear from us in two minutes, launch the boat.”
There was a pause of static, then: “Fuck you. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Foxy, listen to me.”
“You’re breaking up.”
He sighed and looked to McKinney.
They couldn’t help but notice the solid wall of drones closing in around them. Their path to the stairwell was already blocked.
McKinney moved toward him, watching the drones move in.
Odin held her. They stood with their faces just an inch apart. The horrendous sound of the drone engines still hummed deafeningly all around them. A glance forward and she could see the rocks looming larger. “We did it. We stopped them—for now, at least.”