FORTY-THREE
General Wei stood at the bow of the PLA’s fast Houbei class catamaran as it sliced through the swells on the way to the offshore enclosures. The wind had picked up, promising a storm. Ever since she’d paid a surprise checkup visit to Dr. Li and found his office empty—save for the dead party official under his desk—she’d been hot on his trail.
But when she looked ahead through the binoculars, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. This was... unthinkable. She cursed aloud.
“General?” her aide asked, sounding concerned.
He had a right to be so. She never lost her cool. But this was utterly insane. The caretakers of the Tylosaurus enclosures were using a large crane to move in prey for the creatures to eat. But instead of a goat or a sheep, as she would expect, the animal c
