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when she ran their office in Honolulu, until the authorities used a lame excuse to shut it down. He was glad that she had not been placed under arrest, nor had any of the other associates. So far the government was only after the physically transformed hybrids, whom they considered to be radical, but they had not been successful in their pursuit. And Kimo planned to keep it that way if he could.
“All right,” he said. “We’ll continue to focus on the United States, because, as you point out, we are gaining in public opinion polls, and we don’t want to lose that important part of the war.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Tell the President that if he doesn’t capitulate immediately, we’re going to escalate our attacks against coastal facilities, including the blockading of more ports.”
“You don’t want to give him forty-eight hours like the last time?”
“Talk to Fuji about it. I’ll let the two of you decide on that, but no more than forty-eight hours. Just in case we can’t reach you before then, I at least want to have a time in which I’m going to take the next step. That will be forty-eight hours from noon tomorrow. Remind them that I don’t make idle threats.”
“I will.”
“Just don’t reveal too much about how we get around, the jetfish pods or our other methods.”
“They already know some of it, such as the waves Alicia can generate, but most of it is still a mystery to them.”
To the north, Dirk Avondale led more than a thousand dolphins as they pushed a sea of floating garbage—most of the Great Pacific Garbage Patch—toward the mainland of the United States. It was nighttime on a calm sea, and they were making better time than he had anticipated. As soon as the dolphins had the floating garbage corralled and in motion, getting it out of the region in the North Pacific where it had been circling in currents and accumulating more debris from around the ocean, the animals seemed to get a boost of energy. The accumulated trash was moving along at a good clip now, boosted by favorable winds and ocean currents. It was as if the gods and goddesses of the sea could not wait to get rid of this junk.
A plane and a noisy U.S. Coast Guard helicopter appeared overhead, as they did regularly, to observe the progress and report on it to military authorities. When powerful spotlights played over the water, Dirk dove under, to keep anyone from seeing him. Unlike some of the other Sea Warriors, he still remained human in his appearance, albeit with enhanced swimming and sea-survival capabilities in his body.
He presumed that the scouts would see him eventually in daylight hours no matter his efforts, with long-range camera lenses, and perhaps with satellites orbiting the Earth. To his knowledge, Kimo had not publicized this particular mission; had issued no threats. It was just happening.
The American government could certainly make an educated guess about where the garbage was headed and who was responsible for it, because the Sea Warriors were at war with them. But Dirk doubted if they knew what to do about it. There were no instruction manuals for this scenario, nor, for that matter, for any of the other situations the government faced now that advocates for the ocean were not only speaking up—they were taking strong and aggressive actions.
***
Chapter 6
Jimmy Waimea would never reveal anything he knew about the whereabouts of Kimo Pohaku or the rest of the Sea Warriors, or anything about their weapons or tactics. The U.S. had pieces of information about a lot of things, based upon what had been used against them and upon reports prepared by investigators. Ever since the blockade of Pearl Harbor and the main islands in the archipelago—Kimo’s Battle of the Hawaiian Sea—government agents had been snooping around the high school campus, digging up whatever they could. One of them, a determined man with a shaved head, had been to Jimmy’s news shack several times, and had spoken
“All right,” he said. “We’ll continue to focus on the United States, because, as you point out, we are gaining in public opinion polls, and we don’t want to lose that important part of the war.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Tell the President that if he doesn’t capitulate immediately, we’re going to escalate our attacks against coastal facilities, including the blockading of more ports.”
“You don’t want to give him forty-eight hours like the last time?”
“Talk to Fuji about it. I’ll let the two of you decide on that, but no more than forty-eight hours. Just in case we can’t reach you before then, I at least want to have a time in which I’m going to take the next step. That will be forty-eight hours from noon tomorrow. Remind them that I don’t make idle threats.”
“I will.”
“Just don’t reveal too much about how we get around, the jetfish pods or our other methods.”
“They already know some of it, such as the waves Alicia can generate, but most of it is still a mystery to them.”
To the north, Dirk Avondale led more than a thousand dolphins as they pushed a sea of floating garbage—most of the Great Pacific Garbage Patch—toward the mainland of the United States. It was nighttime on a calm sea, and they were making better time than he had anticipated. As soon as the dolphins had the floating garbage corralled and in motion, getting it out of the region in the North Pacific where it had been circling in currents and accumulating more debris from around the ocean, the animals seemed to get a boost of energy. The accumulated trash was moving along at a good clip now, boosted by favorable winds and ocean currents. It was as if the gods and goddesses of the sea could not wait to get rid of this junk.
A plane and a noisy U.S. Coast Guard helicopter appeared overhead, as they did regularly, to observe the progress and report on it to military authorities. When powerful spotlights played over the water, Dirk dove under, to keep anyone from seeing him. Unlike some of the other Sea Warriors, he still remained human in his appearance, albeit with enhanced swimming and sea-survival capabilities in his body.
He presumed that the scouts would see him eventually in daylight hours no matter his efforts, with long-range camera lenses, and perhaps with satellites orbiting the Earth. To his knowledge, Kimo had not publicized this particular mission; had issued no threats. It was just happening.
The American government could certainly make an educated guess about where the garbage was headed and who was responsible for it, because the Sea Warriors were at war with them. But Dirk doubted if they knew what to do about it. There were no instruction manuals for this scenario, nor, for that matter, for any of the other situations the government faced now that advocates for the ocean were not only speaking up—they were taking strong and aggressive actions.
***
Chapter 6
Jimmy Waimea would never reveal anything he knew about the whereabouts of Kimo Pohaku or the rest of the Sea Warriors, or anything about their weapons or tactics. The U.S. had pieces of information about a lot of things, based upon what had been used against them and upon reports prepared by investigators. Ever since the blockade of Pearl Harbor and the main islands in the archipelago—Kimo’s Battle of the Hawaiian Sea—government agents had been snooping around the high school campus, digging up whatever they could. One of them, a determined man with a shaved head, had been to Jimmy’s news shack several times, and had spoken
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