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Shock Wave (Dirk Pitt 13)

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"A totally unforeseen obstacle, Rudi, I'm sorry."

Quick set his cap on his head and started for the door. "I'll gather up my crane operators and order them to begin transferring the antenna from your ship."

Gunn followed him. "I'll come along and manage the operation from the Lanikai."

As soon as they were alone, Molly gazed at Sandecker with canny regard. "How on earth did you ever convince the government to loan you the Glomar Explorer?"

"I bypassed official Washington and made Deep Abyss Engineering an offer they couldn't refuse."

Molly stared at him. "You purchased the Glomar Explorer?"

"I chartered her," he corrected her. "Cost me an arm and half a leg."

"Is there room in NUMA's budget?"

"Circumstances demanded a quick deal. I wasn't about to haggle with so many lives in the balance. If we're proven right about the deadly acoustic convergence, I'll shame Congress out of the funds. And to be on the safe side, I hammered out a performance clause."

"Finding the Explorer nearby after the Navy refused the Roosevelt was like stumbling on a gold mine."

"What luck giveth, luck taketh away." Sandecker shook his head slowly. "The Explorer is in Molokai because of propeller shaft bearing failure during the voyage from California. Whether she can get under way and put us on site before it's too late is open to question."

The big starboard cranes used to lift machinery were soon extended outward over the open cargo deck of Lanikai. Hooks attached to the boom cables were lowered and coupled to the antenna sections before hoisting and swinging them on board the Glomar Explorer, where they were stacked on an open area of the deck in numbered sequence for reassembly.

Within two hours, the transfer was completed and the antenna sections tied down on board the Explorer. The little cargo ship pulled up her anchors, gave a farewell blast of her air horn and began moving out of the harbor, her part of the project finished. Gunn and Molly waved as the Lanikai slowly pushed aside the green waters of the bay and headed out into the open sea.

The NUMA team members were assigned quarters and enjoyed a well-deserved meal from the Explorer's expansive galley before bedding down in staterooms that had gone unused since the ship wrestled the Soviet sub from the deep waters of the Pacific. Molly had taken over the role of housemother and circulated among the team to make sure none had come down sick or had injured themselves during the antenna breakdown.

Gunn returned to the former VIP quarters once reserved for the eccentric Howard Hughes.

Sandecker, Captain Quick and another man, who was introduced as Jason Toft, the ship's chief engineer, were seated around a small game table.

"Care for a brandy?" asked Quick.

"Yes, thank you."

Sandecker sat wreathed in

cigar smoke and idly sipped the golden liquid in his glass. He did not look like a happy camper. "Mr. Toft has just informed me that he can't get the ship under way until critical parts are delivered from the mainland."

Gunn knew the admiral was churning inside, but he looked as cool as a bucket of ice on the exterior.

He looked at Toft. "When do you expect the parts, Chief?"

"They're in flight from Los Angeles now," answered Toft, a man with a huge stomach and short legs.

"Due to land in four hours. Our ship's helicopter is waiting on the ground at the Hilo airport on the big island of Hawaii to terry the parts directly to the Explorer."

"What exactly is the problem?" asked Gunn.

"The propeller shaft bearings," Toft explained. "For some strange reason, because the CIA rushed construction, I guess, the propeller shafts were not balanced properly. During the voyage from San Francisco the vibration cracked the lubricating tubes, cutting off the flow of oil to the shaft bearings.

Friction, metal fatigue, overstress, whatever you want to call it, the port shaft froze solid about a hundred miles off Molokai. The starboard shaft was barely able to carry us here before her bearings burned out."

"As I told you earlier, we're working under a critical deadline."

I fully understand the scope of your dilemma, Admiral. My engine-room crew will work like madmen to get the ship under way again, but they're only human. I must warn you, the shaft bearings are only part of the problem. The engines may not have many hours on them, having only taken the ship from the East Coast to the middle of the Pacific and then back to California, back in the 1970s, but without proper attention for the last twenty years, they are in a terrible state of neglect. Even if we should get one shaft to turn, there is no guarantee we'll get past the mouth of the harbor before breaking down again."

"Do you have the necessary tools to do the job?" Sandecker pressed Toft.



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