“No, the big guy over there.”
“Why him? Is he a cop too?”
“No. I think this is more personal with him.” Mecho sat in one of the stem seats and stared straight ahead. The pitching and rolling of the boat seemed to have no effect on him.
However, Carson and Diaz were leaning over the sides of the boat and looking green.
Landry observed this and said, “They don’t have their sea legs.”
“Carson is Army. She’s used to firm land under her feet. Diaz, I don’t know.”
The boat caught a large wave the wrong way and nearly capsized. They were all drenched.
Puller regained control and focused on the seas ahead. “Take a seat, Landry, and hold on.” Puller turned and called out to the others, “Everybody get life jackets on, now. This is going to get worse before it gets better.”
They all pulled on life jackets, although Mecho’s was far too small. It wouldn’t even stretch across his chest so he just held on to it.
Puller looked up ahead. The sky was jet black even though the dawn wasn’t all that far off. While light would be welcome so he could see the approaching waves better, he preferred the dark. Attacking something in broad daylight was never a good idea even with superior numbers.
And they would not have superior numbers.
They would in fact probably be vastly outnumbered, with prisoners who could instantly be turned into hostages. It would take perfection to actually pull this off. And one almost never achieved perfection on the battlefield.
The VHF radio mounted underneath the helm squawked. Diaz must have programmed it to sound off when there were weather alerts available. Puller picked it up, listened to the taped announcement. He put the handheld back in its slot and looked grim.
Carson crab-walked over to him as the boat rolled and pitched in waves that were far higher than it.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Small craft warning was just issued. Ordered to get to shore.”
“Well, we’re going the other way,” said Carson.
“You okay on the water?”
“If I were I would’ve joined the Navy.”
“I’d take you back to shore if I could.”
“I wouldn’t let you. Army, Navy, Marines, Air Force. We all go where the battle will be fought. Get there however we can.”
“With that attitude you’ll get at least three stars, General.”
“General?”
“Back on the clock.”
She looked up ahead. “Any idea how much farther? Even with the storm the skies are lightening.”
“I know. And in this weather the trip time is hard to judge.”
A moment later there was a huge bolt of lighting that briefly turned night to day. It was followed by an enormous crack of thunder that seemed to shake the bow rider to its fiberglass core.
“This boat was not built to take a beating like this,” said Carson.
“Neither were people.”
“If we go down we’ll never survive in these seas.”
“Some R and R for you, huh?”
She touched him on the shoulder. “Like I’d have it any other way.”
“Okay, you have my vote for four stars.”
“And so what’s the plan when we get there?” “The plan is we beat the bad guys and rescue the prisoners.”
“That concept I got. I mean how do we do it?” “I don’t think we can tactically battle-plan this one, General. It’s all about conditions when we get there. It’s an oil platform. We get to the base and work our way up. With the head start they had they’re already there. And with the storm like it is they’ll have to move to an enclosed space. I doubt they’ll have perimeter security set up. They wouldn’t expect anyone to hit them tonight. When the storm has passed they’ll head back out, retracing the way they got here, taking all the evidence with them.”
“And then?”
“And then they’ll set up a pipeline somewhere else. These guys are bacteria. They keep mutating to keep one step ahead of the antibiotics.”
“So we’re penicillin?”
“Something a lot stronger, I hope.”
“If they’re higher up in an enclosed space?”
“It gives us a chance. Stealth plus ability plus luck. That combo has equaled victory on more battlefields than you and I can count.”
“Let’s hope we can add one more to the pile.” “Do my best.”
“I know that, Ranger. And if you were wrong and they didn’t come back out here?”
Puller didn’t answer. He was looking up ahead.
“Go sit down, General.”
“What?” She looked up ahead, but couldn’t make out what he could.
“Julie, go sit down. Now! And hold on. Tell the others. Quick.”
Carson scurried to do this.
She had just heard something in Puller’s voice she thought she never would.
Fear.
CHAPTER 85
It was not a giant wave heading at them.
Maybe it would have been better if it were.
It was a boat. No, boats were small.
This was not small. This was a ship. An ocean-going vessel of immense proportions.
A horn sounded from somewhere, deep and penetrating.
Puller did not even bother hitting his horn. It would not have been heard over the sounds of the storm or the engine noise from the approaching vessel.
Puller had an immediate problem. He had to keep taking the approaching waves at roughly a forty-five-degree angle. As even sailors with limited experience knew, hitting waves at that angle cut their power sharply and also lessened the height the water would send a boat to.
Head-on at ninety degrees would ensure that you would receive every ounce of kinetic energy the oncoming liquid hammer could provide.
And you might very well climb a wave only to find yourself capsizing when a vertical point of no return was reached. Once your bow was straight up in the air, you were done. Flipping over backwards was pretty much inevitable. And for the passengers on board, you’d either be crushed by the boat or thrown out into the water to drown.
The problem was that for Puller to veer away from the path of the oncoming ship, he would have to hit the waves nearly directly on. The oncoming vessel was big enough, and with a deep V hull made of steel, it was strong enough to take the waves head-on. In fact, the ship was creating vast banks of rolling seas as it churned through the water at about twelve knots, pushing millions of gallons of already frothing Gulf water ahead and to the sides of it like a shovel does snow.
At the last possible instant, with the ship’s horns ringing in his ears, Puller cut the wheel sharply to the left. He not only had to avoid the ship, he had to avoid its wake, which could easily capsize the bow rider.
In order to achieve that he had to cut a wide arc around the ship and move away quickly.
To do that he had to increase his speed.
That was not easily accomplished in seas like this. In fact it was nearly impossible. Half the time his prop
