Eden
Day Seven
The underwater explosion reverberated through Stryker’s chest. His ankle hurt like hell and it took two long seconds to pilot the propeller upward so he could get his head above water. Fearing the worst, his stomach churned.
A stone’s throw away, the boat was on fire in the fog, a ghastly flaming hulk. Heat burned his face. Men splashed and yelled. Dark water was everywhere. Stryker paused the propeller and turned in a circle, squinting to see through the mist. There, a woman’s hand. Twelve feet away, and groping for air. Angie couldn’t swim.
Stryker dove the submersible, and kicked hard. Within a few seconds, he’d covered the distance, only to see Angie stop struggling and start to sink.
He swam up behind his wife and put his hands under her armpits. Then he drove t
