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David began climbing up the ladder. “Are we the first?”

The African nodded.

David stopped, grabbed the face mask from Kate, and was halfway back down the ladder when a head popped out of the water.

The European scientist.

“Did you see the other two?” David called to him.

“No.” He wiped the water from his face. “My eyes were closed. There is gas in the water.”

Kate thought he was barely winded. She desperately wanted to talk to David, but he was gone, back into the black water.

Seconds passed that felt like hours.

“I’m Kamau.”

Kate turned to him. “Kate Warner.”

His eyebrows rose quickly.

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” She turned back to the water.

Another head surfaced. Shaw. Martin wasn’t with him. Kate walked to the rail. “Where’s Martin?”

“He’s not here?” Shaw spun himself in the water. “He freaked out, thought he was drowning. I thought he swam ahead of me. I couldn’t see a bloody thing.” He dove back below the surface.

Kate stared at the wall of flames. If Martin had come up in the middle…

She waited. She felt a blanket being wrapped around her shoulders. She murmured her thanks without turning to see who had placed it.

Two heads broke the water, and one man pulled the other to the boat: David—leading Martin.

Martin’s head was badly burned and he was almost unconscious.

David carried Martin aboard and laid him on a white leather couch in the saloon. Chang raced over to Martin and began assessing his wounds. Kamau set a first-aid kit down, and Kate began rifling through it.

The water parted again. “Do you have him?” Shaw called.

“Yes!” Kate shouted.

The second Shaw reached the ladder, David shouted to Kamau, “Get us out of here.”

He took Kate by the arm, pulling her away from Chang and Martin, leading her belowdecks. “Martin’s burns are minor. Chang can handle it,” David said. His hand was tight around her bicep. She was soaked and utterly exhausted, but seeing him, knowing he was alive, somehow exhilarated her, gave her an indescribable rush. She felt… safe and free and… something she couldn’t even place—

He slammed the door and latched it.

Kate pulled her wet shirt off and let it fall to the floor.

“We need to talk,” David said, still facing the door. As he spun around, his hard, angry face slowly turned to…

“Talk about what?”

He took her in. He unzipped his wetsuit, revealing his naked body beneath. “Let’s wait on that talk.”





CHAPTER 56



You’re listening to the BBC, the voice of human triumph on this, the eightieth day of the Atlantis Plague.

The BBC has learned that a group of Berber freedom fighters has taken control of the Immari base in the city of Ceuta.

Eyewitness reports describe a battle of staggering proportions on land, sea, and air. Casualty figures are not known at this time.

The loss of the base at Ceuta couldn’t have come at a worse time for the Immari, who just days ago deployed their ground forces from Ceuta in southern Spain. With Ceuta under enemy control, those troops now have no retreat, save for an evacuation by an Immari fleet. That possibility, however, may also be off the table.

The BBC has obtained classified RAF documents that indicate that they have mined the straits of Gibraltar, closing the Mediterranean.

The news of the Immari defeat is welcome news within the Orchid Alliance. With rumors of mounting death rates at Orchid Districts worldwide, many of our listeners have begun to wonder when the next shoe will drop, and for some, whether the Immari solution is the only one that makes sense. It seems there are still some who endeavor to fight for a world where everyone can be saved, and the BBC will continue to bring you reports of their heroism, so long as it exists.





CHAPTER 57


Northern Morocco


Dorian awoke to a searing pain in his side.

He rolled over and screamed in agony. The motion only intensified the pain. Whatever had hit him was still in him, digging, moving around his insides like a hot knife.

He ripped his helmet off, then bent over to see what had him.

The tree limb had speared him all the way through just above his pelvis, where his upper body armor ended. He gently unstrapped his body armor. The motion sent a second wave of pain through him, and he had to pause. He tossed the armor aside and pulled his undershirt back.

The limb was just a few inches from his side. Had it been farther in, it might have gotten his liver.

He gritted his teeth and methodically drew the wooden shard out, as if he were a medieval knight pulling an arrow from his side.

He inspected the wound. He was bleeding, but he would be all right. Right now he had bigger problems to deal with.