3 - Recovery
The wind blowing across San Francisco Bay was chilling. The little speedboat skipping over the water provided slight protection against the cold. Despite the fact that the rest of the state was sitting amid comfortable mid-sixties temperatures, even in the middle of the winter, it was well into the forties underneath the Golden Gate Bridge.
Talon double-checked his notes on the location and his tracking device, then eased the craft into position before banking slightly and throwing out the anchor. There wasn’t enough rope for the heavy chunk of steel to reach the bottom, but hopefully it would pay out enough to keep them from drifting too far off their target.
By the time he was done, Æquana was already getting herself wet before slipping on the second skin that would trans
