David took the Styrofoam cup of coffee from the soldier and thanked him.
He sipped it as he watched the screens around the room. The disarmed Immari soldiers were filing into the citadel. They would be the new inhabitants of the pens.
Two technicians were zooming in on the burning plague barge, assessing the damage and rate of disintegration, trying to decide whether they needed to hit it again.
On the screen, explosions blew out one side of the ship. An Immari soldier dragged a woman through the flames and threw her onto the deck below. She curled into a ball, then the soldier stood her up again.
David froze. Her hair was dark… but he knew her face. It was impossible. Yet, there Kate was. Or had David finally cracked? The pressure of the battle, of his choice, finally shattering reality. Was he seeing what he wanted to see?
He watched Kate fight with the Immari soldier, then he threw her into the water below, likely to her death.
David raced to the tech’s station. “Rewind that feed.”
The frames zoomed back.
“Stop.”
David leaned closer. He was sure of it now. It was Kate. And a soon-to-be-dead Immari soldier that had tossed her about like a rag doll and thrown her from the ship.
He spun around and said to the chief, “You’re in command until I return. Do not fire on that plague barge. No matter what.”
He was out of the control station and down the first flight of stairs in seconds.
Kamau called down to him. “David! You want some help?”
CHAPTER 55
Former Immari Operations Base at Ceuta
Northern Morocco
At the harbor, David surveyed the boats. There were a slew of fishing boats, but only a few motor yachts. David tried to think. What was the priority? Range or speed? He needed both, but how much of each? There was a Sunseeker 80 yacht. He tried to remember the specs. He had looked at buying one two years ago. It was twenty-four and a half meters long, cruised at twenty-four knots and could do thirty, he thought. The range was maybe three hundred fifty nautical miles. But there was a monstrosity on the end, a forty-meter Sunseeker. With luck, it would have a submersible on the back dock. He nodded to it. “We’ll take the larger motor yacht,” he said to Kamau.
A few minutes later, the forty-meter yacht was cruising out into the Mediterranean, toward the cruise ship burning in the night.
Kate’s arms and legs were tiring. She could barely keep her head above the water. The ship continued to spew smoke into the air and spit splintered pieces of wreckage into the water, almost taking her under every few seconds.
But they had nowhere to go: a wide wall of fire burned over the water, a ring that trapped them in a small area of water close to the ship.
Her body ached all over and her lungs hurt just to breathe.
Shaw was swimming for something—a piece of wreckage. He towed it back to her and the three men. “Grab on. We’ll have to wait the fire out, then try to swim to shore—”
David surveyed the listless cruise ship. It burned like a wildfire on the water. The ship was collapsing in on itself, and periodically, explosions erupted from random places. The gas tanks that fueled the turbine engines had ruptured at some point and the gas burned over the water in a stunning half-ring of fire around the ship. People jumped from all decks, some no doubt to their deaths. They disappeared into the water beyond the wall of fire. David didn’t see how they could get out. They certainly couldn’t swim through the fire, and the field of flames was too wide to dive under.
His only hope was that Kate had survived the fall and was waiting there for him.
David went belowdecks and checked the submersible. He opened it and checked the controls. Out of oxygen. What did that leave? Waiting for the flames to die? What if she was injured?
“David, what do you need?”
“Oxygen.”
Kate caught a glimpse of something beneath the water a split second before it grabbed Shaw and pulled him under.
At first Kate thought it was a shark or some other sea creature, but Shaw surfaced, flailing his arms desperately. He reached back, felt the end of the floating wreckage, and clawed his way up onto it. The thing rose out of the water, pummeling Shaw’s body, slamming him into the wreckage. It was a man, Kate saw that now, and he was unbelievably powerful. His muscles were huge. He wore scuba gear and several tanks on his back. Shaw fought bravely, swinging with his last bit of strength, but the monster was too powerful. One of his blows connected with Shaw’s face, forcing his head into the hard surface below. Shaw fell limp against the wreckage, and the man grabbed him and began receding into the water.
Kate made for them, throwing herself into the fray. She pushed against the scuba diver’s face mask. She gripped Shaw with her other hand, trying to free him.