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.45 in his cummerbund but knew he would never reach it.
“Who sent you?” the Englishman shouted as another, even larger geyser of seawater shot through the massive hole in the deck. Garrison saw his opportunity as he was obscured at the last second by the eruption. He pulled the gun, ripping away the hated cummerbund, and dove for the water. Lee surfaced and with the biggest guess of his life took a chance and started shooting as soon as he surfaced. The first two .45 caliber rounds missed. The third struck one of the armed men and sent him backward into the roiling water. The Englishman’s eyes widened as Lee took quick aim at the second man and fired. The bullet caught the man dead center of the forehead. He slowly eased himself back down into the water, not feeling anything in his now dead brain. Garrison moved the barrel toward Lord Harrington.
“No, no,” he shouted, raising his arms.
Normally Garrison would have had no compunction in shooting the thief, but he also realized that it wasn’t his job. He lowered the .45 automatic. The look on Harrington’s face was decidedly relieved. That was short-lived however when as Lee looked on in stunned silence a three-foot-long aluminum shaft slammed into Harrington. The small spear protruded from his chest as he stared down at the instrument that had killed him. He slowly looked up at Lee, who grimaced as he realized the man had been murdered right in front of him and amid the chaos of the sinking Golden Child . As he watched Harrington also slid beneath the water. Garrison looked around, aiming the gun in the darkness and the flickering electrical shorts, and saw what he was searching for. The girl smiled, lowered her diving mask, and then tossed the spear gun toward Lee. The young woman with the strange eyes waved at Lee and then vanished into the rolling water. Garrison saw one of her fins swipe at the air as she kicked away beneath the shattered deck.
Lee decided that the girl was showing him a way out. He dove after her, praying that Alice had made it to the main deck and over the side.
* * *
Alice Hamilton watched as the panic-driven guests fought their way to the main deck. She angrily removed the fur stole and her white gloves as she reached down to assist an elderly man to his feet and then unceremoniously push him over the railing of the heavily listing Golden Child .
“Damn it, Garrison, where in the hell are you?” she shouted at the many frightened faces jumping over the side of the ship. She kicked off her high heels and furiously started back toward the salon opening.
* * *
Lee held his breath as he felt the shudder come from beneath the Golden Child . Another scuttling charge went off, sending a pressure wave through his eardrums that came near to stunning him. The blast was obviously meant to send the $6 million yacht to the bottom of the South China Sea. The murder of the antiquities thieves and bidders had been meticulously planned out. The first charge was meant to send the guests scurrying off the ship. The second was meant to break the back of the Golden Child and send her to the bottom. A tactic Lee had used himself on numerous occasions during the war, both in Europe and South America.
As he swam though the darkness a fresh rush of seawater struck him from beneath. The powerful explosion placed along the keel of the ship sent a torrent of heated water upward, where it slammed Lee into the very block Alice had been mesmerized with not fifteen minutes earlier and that now sat at the lowest portion of the decking near the engine spaces.
Garrison was starting to lose faith that he had enough air left in his lungs to escape through the bottom of the Golden Child . As his hands fought for purchase against the rush of incoming sea, his fingers tore lose a large section of the stone block from Jericho. He held on to the small piece of stone as his vision started to tunnel and his lungs were close to exploding.
He knew he
“Who sent you?” the Englishman shouted as another, even larger geyser of seawater shot through the massive hole in the deck. Garrison saw his opportunity as he was obscured at the last second by the eruption. He pulled the gun, ripping away the hated cummerbund, and dove for the water. Lee surfaced and with the biggest guess of his life took a chance and started shooting as soon as he surfaced. The first two .45 caliber rounds missed. The third struck one of the armed men and sent him backward into the roiling water. The Englishman’s eyes widened as Lee took quick aim at the second man and fired. The bullet caught the man dead center of the forehead. He slowly eased himself back down into the water, not feeling anything in his now dead brain. Garrison moved the barrel toward Lord Harrington.
“No, no,” he shouted, raising his arms.
Normally Garrison would have had no compunction in shooting the thief, but he also realized that it wasn’t his job. He lowered the .45 automatic. The look on Harrington’s face was decidedly relieved. That was short-lived however when as Lee looked on in stunned silence a three-foot-long aluminum shaft slammed into Harrington. The small spear protruded from his chest as he stared down at the instrument that had killed him. He slowly looked up at Lee, who grimaced as he realized the man had been murdered right in front of him and amid the chaos of the sinking Golden Child . As he watched Harrington also slid beneath the water. Garrison looked around, aiming the gun in the darkness and the flickering electrical shorts, and saw what he was searching for. The girl smiled, lowered her diving mask, and then tossed the spear gun toward Lee. The young woman with the strange eyes waved at Lee and then vanished into the rolling water. Garrison saw one of her fins swipe at the air as she kicked away beneath the shattered deck.
Lee decided that the girl was showing him a way out. He dove after her, praying that Alice had made it to the main deck and over the side.
* * *
Alice Hamilton watched as the panic-driven guests fought their way to the main deck. She angrily removed the fur stole and her white gloves as she reached down to assist an elderly man to his feet and then unceremoniously push him over the railing of the heavily listing Golden Child .
“Damn it, Garrison, where in the hell are you?” she shouted at the many frightened faces jumping over the side of the ship. She kicked off her high heels and furiously started back toward the salon opening.
* * *
Lee held his breath as he felt the shudder come from beneath the Golden Child . Another scuttling charge went off, sending a pressure wave through his eardrums that came near to stunning him. The blast was obviously meant to send the $6 million yacht to the bottom of the South China Sea. The murder of the antiquities thieves and bidders had been meticulously planned out. The first charge was meant to send the guests scurrying off the ship. The second was meant to break the back of the Golden Child and send her to the bottom. A tactic Lee had used himself on numerous occasions during the war, both in Europe and South America.
As he swam though the darkness a fresh rush of seawater struck him from beneath. The powerful explosion placed along the keel of the ship sent a torrent of heated water upward, where it slammed Lee into the very block Alice had been mesmerized with not fifteen minutes earlier and that now sat at the lowest portion of the decking near the engine spaces.
Garrison was starting to lose faith that he had enough air left in his lungs to escape through the bottom of the Golden Child . As his hands fought for purchase against the rush of incoming sea, his fingers tore lose a large section of the stone block from Jericho. He held on to the small piece of stone as his vision started to tunnel and his lungs were close to exploding.
He knew he
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