Chapter 6
Twelve hours later, my team and I dove into a choppy ocean, the rotating blades of our support helicopter creating waves where none should have existed. The water was chilly at first as it leaked down between wet suit and skin. But the liquid warmed even before we slipped regulators into mouths and slid beneath the surface.
Stooge and I had drawn the lucky short straws, so we left the other sailors behind as we kicked our way ever deeper. The feigned stillness of the marine environment enfolded us, the sound of our own breathing loud in our ears.
And as I swam, my chest expanded with joy. Sure, we were embarking on a top-secret, high-risk operation as we sought enemy explosives reputed to have been attached to this experimental deep-sea electricity-generating station. Plus, th
