Battlecraft (2006)

'You have been badly misjudged here in camp,' Sabah said. 'Many of your brother fighters think you are a bit on the slow side. I can see now that is because of your crude Arabic. This gives a mistaken impression of your intelligence.'

'I was getting better,' Mike said. 'But since my capture I've been exposed more to Urdu than Arabic. I'll get back on track quick enough.'

'Actually, I have a different assignment for you,' Sabah said. 'Our supply operations are going through some changes.

It has been quite difficult actually, and I could use a good chap to lend me a hand. Are you interested?'

Mike couldn't believe the opportunity that was being put before him. Any information gleaned on the supply methods and routes would be invaluable. He smiled and nodded. 'I'm your man, Brother Sabah.'

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ACV BATTLECRAFT

INDIAN OCEAN

VICINITY OF THE EQUATOR AND 90deg EAST

12 OCTOBER

1400 HOURS LOCAL

THE ACV had gone farther east than usual as Lieutenant Veronica Rivers monitored her radar screen. She was getting only the regular and easily identified signals of cargo ships that normally passed through the area. After directing Watkins to make a couple of changes of course, she noted spotty readings that had appeared in a corner of the tube.

'There's some stuff at zero-four-eight,' she said. 'About twenty miles out. I can't quite figure out what it is.'

Lieutenant Bill Brannigan ordered Paul Watkins to steer to the azimuth, and walked over to check out what had gotten Veronica's attention. 'It's not moving,' Brannigan remarked.

'At this point I'm guessing it's debris,' Veronica said. 'I wonder if an airliner has gone down in that area.'

'Negative,' Brannigan said. 'We would have been notified and changed over to a rescue mode. We'll check it out.' He went back to his chair. 'Watkins, maintain course and increase speed to two thirds.'

'Maintain course and increase speed to two thirds, aye, sir.'

The Battlecraft quickly attained the velocity, and the spray around her increased markedly as she continued toward the source of the signals. Lieutenant Jim Cruiser and his First Assault Section prepared for whatever situation awaited them in that part of the ocean. Bobby Lee Atwill took advantage of the increased RPM to run some quick diagnostics. When the power plant instrumentation indicated all was in order, he left the cramped engine room and joined the rest of the crew to see what Veronica had discovered.

Twenty minutes later the ACV arrived on the scene and the speed was cut to all stop. Brannigan and Veronica went out on the bow and visually inspected the area. 'Something crashed here,' Veronica said. 'Christ! Look at the mess.'

Floating debris littered the area as it rolled with the waves. Pieces of wood, mattresses, and a fuel tank were easily identified. Then the first corpse came into view. Brannigan directed Watkins to move toward the body as Dave Leibowitz came down on deck with a bow hook. He snagged the clothing of the dead man, and pulled him out of the water and deposited him on the deck. Brannigan knelt down and rolled him over.

'A Philippine sailor,' he said, examining the features. 'From the blood coming out his eyes, ears, and nose, I'd say he was killed by a combination of concussion and drowning.' He went through the pockets and pulled out a wallet. A Philippine naval ID card identified the man as a petty officer artificer.

'There's more that way,' Leibowitz said, pointing.

Another three quarters of an hour was spent hauling dead crew members up on the Battlecraft's deck. A total of eight were discovered for examination. Veronica took pictures with the digital camera while Leibowitz and the other SEALs pulled the available documents and personal affects from the bodies. After each corpse was searched, it was gently rolled back into the water since there were no accommodations to transfer them to another location. The best that could be done would be to radio the position to the Philippine government from the Daly so they could come out and retrieve their dead; hopefully, before the sharks discovered the feast awaiting them.

When the grisly task was completed, Brannigan went back inside the cabin with Veronica following. 'Okay, Rivers, set a course back to the Dan Daly. It appears we have a report to make. Too bad it has nothing to do with terrorists.'

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USS DAN DALY

1630 HOURS LOCAL

COMMANDER Tom Carey had the damp documents spread out on his desk along with the photographs of the dead crewmen. Bill Brannigan, Jim Cruiser, and Veronica Rivers sat in silence, watching him as he carefully perused the information they had brought back with them. Carey turned to his stand-alone computer and typed in some of the information he was able to glean from the paperwork.

'Okay,' he said. 'It's all substantiated here and crosschecked by the system. The vessel you discovered was from the Philippine Navy. That's pretty obvious from the dead guys. It is Patrol Boat 22, captained by a Commander Carlos Batanza until his murder. At that point, it was taken over by the exec, a Lieutenant Commander Ferdinand Aguilando.'

'The captain was murdered?' Brannigan asked. 'Does this have anything to do with our mission out here?'

'Batanza was known to be corrupt,' Carey said. 'His mission was interdiction of smugglers. For a couple of years he was a real straight arrow, but like many an underpaid public servant, the chance for bribes and outright thievery brought him to ruin. It is thought that his death was a payback for some drug deal gone bad.'

'What about an arms deal gone bad?' Cruiser asked.

'Not likely,' Carey remarked. 'His exec, Aguilando, was also on the take, so he could have been also held responsible for whatever it was the pissed off the bad guys.'

'That patrol boat was obviously destroyed by powerfully weaponry,' Brannigan said. 'I wouldn't think some drug smuggler would be carrying that sort of ordnance. It appears to me that only a terrorist group transporting a cargo of arms would have the capability of delivering that much punishment.'

'We know of no terrorist group using warships, Lieutenant Brannigan,' Carey said.

'Well,' Brannigan conceded, 'this probably doesn't have anything to do with us.' He stood up and glanced at Cruiser and Veronica. 'Going to chow?'

'Yeah,' Cruiser said.

'Not me,' Veronica replied. 'I think dealing with those corpses took away my appetite.'

'I'll go with you and Cruiser,' Carey said. 'I missed lunch.'

'Enjoy you chow, guys,' Veronica said. 'I'm going to my cabin for a snooze.'

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LIEUTENANT Veronica Rivers's lack of appetite wasn't from the Philippine corpses. It was a much more personal condition that took away her desire for food. She was in love again. The object of her affections, Jim Cruiser, hadn't shown any interest in her. They had exchanged smiles when he left the ACV for the raid on the coastline, but he hadn't given any outward signs of interest in her since returning.

She lay down on her rack, staring at the overhead as she endured the sweet misery in silent thought. Most of the time it was futile for a female naval officer to expect a normal romance with a man on her ship. She wouldn't be the kind of woman male naval officers would seek out for romance or sexual pleasure. Too many official and unpleasant consequences could come out of such affairs. When it came to the opposite sex, those guys wanted to get as far away from women in uniform as possible. They'd pass up some attractive, intelligent young female officer to pick up a large-breasted, empty-headed floozy in the officers' club or a bar ashore for whatever sort of romantic or sexual adventure they were looking for. And it didn't do servicewomen much good to pursue civilian males either. Those guys might like to take a military woman to bed once out of curiosity, but they were too intimidated by females who held military rank to seek a long-term relationship.

Petty Officer Frank Gomez had noticed her interest in Jim Cruiser and made a couple of remarks on the ACV to her. She wondered if Jim had become aware of her feelings toward him. If he had, and wasn't responding, then