Chapter 27It is time, Brother.
Emil stared through a windshield sprayed with sea water. A mile away was an empire of lights; the two white containment domes encircled by a ring of fiery flood lamps. He marveled at the hugeness of it, and how well lit it was. Its proximity to the cliffs made it seem too easy, like a low-hanging peach ripe for the taking.
Emil checked the sonar. The depth told him they were above a reef now. The depth had gone from over one hundred meters to less than thirty in less than five minutes. He continued forward, watching the depth finder, and, reaching a sweet spot, he dropped the throttle to a slow idle and the trawler eased back in the water. From beyond the stern came a large wake rolling past and disappearing into the dark swells beyond the bow. The cessatio
