Fifty-Five
Wednesday, December 22
Atlantis
“Good girls,” Eva said to Cleo and Taffy. When Finn splashed her with a chuff, she added, “And good boys.”
She turned to Axel. “Pull up the fish banging files.”
Axel nodded. “On it.”
“What’s going on?” Thomas called from the stern. He and Oliver were now geared up, weapons at the ready, poised to begin their dive.
“The cavalry has arrived. Don’t dive just yet. I think me and the gang may be able to take care of those CobiX monsters for you.”
“Eva,” said Axel, looking up from his laptop. “I’ve got the bang whistle ready to play.”
Eva knew how dangerous the dolphin’s banging technique was. Taffy had killed Plata with her bangs, after all. After that, Eva had had no interest in ever issuing the command to her dolphins, but she had studied th
