Deep Six (Dirk Pitt 7)

"Jolly good. We're on our way. Out."

Grant took up a position over the struggling men in the water.

The gulf current was warm, so there was no fear of their succumbing to exposure, but any bleeding wounds were certain to attract sharks.

"You don't carry much influence," said his co-pilot.

"What do you mean?" asked Grant.

Speed on inland waterways is rated in miles per hour, never in knots.

"The Limey ship isn't responding. She's turned away."

Grant leaned forward and banked the plane to see out the opposite cockpit window. His co-pilot was right. The Pathfinder's bow had come around on a course away from the helicopter's survivors and was aimed toward the Stonewall Jackson.

"Pathfinder, this is zero-four-zero," Grant called. "What is your problem? Repeat. What is your problem?"

There was no reply.

"Unless I'm suffering one hell of a hallucination," Metcalf said, staring in wonder at the vineo transmission, "That old relic from Tom Sawyer intends to attack the towboat."

"She's giving every indication," Sandecker agreed.

"Where do you suppose she came from?"

Sandecker stood with his arms crossed in front of him, his face radiating an elated expression. "Pitt," he muttered under his breath, "you wily, irrepressible son of a bitch."

"You say something?"

"Just speculating to myself."

"What can they possibly hope to accomplish?"

"I think they mean to ram and board."

"Insanity, sheer insanity," snorted Metcalf gloomily. "The gunners on the towboat will cut them to pieces."

Suddenly Sandecker tensed, seeing something in the background on the screen. Metcalf didn't catch it; no one else watching caught it either.

The admiral grasped Metcalf by the arm. "The British vessel!" Metcalf looked up, startled. "What about it?"

"Good God, man, see for yourself. She's going to run down the steamboat."

Metcalf saw the distance between the two ships rapidly narrowing, saw the wake of the Pathfinder turn to foam as she surged ahead at full speed.

"Grant!" he bellowed.

"Here, sir."

"The Limey ship, why isn't she headed toward the men in the water?"

"I can't say, General. Her skipper acknowledged my request for rescue, but chased after the old pandleboat instead. I haven't been able to raise him again. He appears to be ignoring my transmissions."

"Take them out!" Sandecker demanded. "Call in an air strike and take the bastards out!" Metcalf hesitated, torn by indecision. "But she's flying the British flag, for Christ's sake."

"I'll stake my rank she's a Bougainville ship, and the flag is a decoy."

"You can't know that."