The harsh beam of the submarine’s searchlight turned the white river foam into a ring of sterile, electric glare. Beneath them, the enormous hull of the federal submersible rose another three feet, creating a violent artificial rapid that threw Nora and Ethan against the jagged, half-submerged concrete blocks of the fallen bridge span.
"Target locked. Discharging neural-static net," a computerized voice echoed from the submarine’s external deck.
A heavy, pneumatic thump cut through the roar of the water. A dense mesh of copper wires, pulsing with a high-frequency blue electrical charge, shot from the submarine's forward deck, expanding across the river channel directly above their heads.
"Nora, dive!" Ethan roared.
He didn't pull her down; he used his enormous weight to shove her and A
