A pounding on the door interrupted their conversation. Then the door flew open, and an Asian man holding a machine pistol stepped into the cabin. Right behind him was Phelps. Phelps gave Zavala a lopsided grin.
“Hello, soldier,” he said. “You’re a long way from home.”
“I could say the same thing about you, Phelps.”
“Yes, you could. I see you’ve made friends with the captain and his crew.”
“Captain Mehdev has been very generous with his liquor cabinet.”
“Too bad the party’s over,” Phelps said. “The captain and his boys have work to do.”
Mehdev took the hint and ordered his crew out of the cabin. Phelps told his guard to escort them back to their posts, and then he pulled up a chair and put his boots up on a small writing table.
“How did you find this little hidey-hole?” Phelps asked.
Zavala yawned.
“Dumb luck,” he said.
“I don’t think so. Next question. Anyone else know about this place?”
“Only the U.S. Navy. You and your pals can expect a visit from an aircraft carrier any minute.”
“Nice try,” Phelps said with a snort. “The atoll would be swarming with ships and planes by now if the Navy knew about us. The camera on the island sent a picture of your pretty face directly to my boss, Chang. He’s the one who ordered Mehdev to grab you, even at the risk of being seen by someone. You’ve got yourself in a hell of a mess, Joe.”
Zavala’s lips turned up in a slight smile.
“It only looks that way,” he said.
Phelps shook his head in disbelief.
“What do they give you NUMA guys to drink?” he asked. “Bull’s blood?”
“Something like that,” Zavala said. “Now, I’ve got a question for you: why did you give us the key to the handcuffs and return Kurt’s gun after our skirmish with your boss lady?”
Phelps slid his feet off the desk, put them back on the floor, and leaned closer.
“Actually, I’ve got three bosses,” he said. “Triplets. Chang is in charge of the rough stuff. He’s got a brother named Wen Lo who takes care of business. But the hologram you met back in Virginia is the top dog. Don’t know whether it’s a he or she.”
“What do you mean?”
“Sometimes it’s a man image, sometimes it’s a woman. You never know.”
“What’s with the holograms?”
“They don’t trust anyone, not even one another. They’re crazy too, but you already know that.”
“It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that they’re not playing with a full deck, Phelps. How’d you get hooked up with this bunch of maniacs?”
“I’m an ex-SEAL. Crazy or not, they pay better than the Navy. I was going to retire after this gig.” Lowering his voice, he added, “Like I said, I’ve got family back home. You really think the virus the Triad came up with will hit the U.S.?”
“It’s only a matter of a very short time.”
“Damnit, Joe, we’ve got to stop this thing.”
“We?” Zavala scoffed. “I’m in no position to do much about anything right now.”
“I’m going to change that. I’ve been thinking how to work this out. But I’m gonna need your help.”