Eden
Day Three
Antonio glanced at his watch, seeing that it was almost time for the check-in with Stefano, the sniper. Sensing the hunt for Cleopatra’s treasure was under control, his father had asked Antonio for help with an urgent, developing situation. The call would need to be taken above ground. The command center was too far beneath the surface, its single phone line, cabled underwater decades ago, only for emergencies.
He looked out the command center’s thick plate-glass window, which held an underwater view of the ocean beyond. It was a mystical tableau of sand-covered shipwrecks, striped Angel fish, torpedo-shaped barracuda, and a host of otherworldly creatures. It was also a world he loved exploring, especially the WWII battleship that was sunk not too far off the eastern sho
