She was climbing back to the ship’s bridge when her cell phone rang. She saw to no surprise that it was her brother calling.
“Ozden, you are up early,” she answered.
“I am on my way to the office to personally witness the occasion.”
“Don’t stand too close to the window, there’s no telling how powerful the blast will be.”
Maria could hear her brother snicker. “I am sure there will be no disappointment this time. Are you on schedule?”
“Yes, we are operating to plan. The lights of Istanbul are already in view. I have arranged for the event to transpire in just under two hours.”
“Excellent. The yacht is on its way; it should rendezvous with you shortly. Will you be joining me?”
“No,” Maria replied. “I think it is better if the crew and I disappear with the Sultana for a short while. We will take the boat to Greece for safekeeping, but I will make my way back in time for the election.”
“Our destiny is near, Maria. We shall taste the fruits of our labor shortly. Farewell, my sister.”
“Good-bye, Ozden.”
As she hung up the phone, she reflected briefly on their odd relationship. They had grown up together on an isolated Greek island and, by nature, had been close siblings, drawing nearer after their mother had died at a young age. Their demanding father had placed high expectations on them both, but he had always treated Ozden like waiting royalty. Perhaps that is why she had always been the tougher of the two, baring knuckles and fighting her way through her youth, more a second son to her father than a daughter. Even now, as her brother went to sit in his gilded office, it was she who commanded the ship and led the mission. She had always been the shadow fighter while her brother took the front seat. But it was all right with her, for she knew that Ozden was nothing without her. Standing on the bridge and peering over the broad bow of the tanker, she felt she was the one in power now, and she would enjoy every second of it.
But her shell of armor cracked slightly when the ship’s radio suddenly blared.
“Istanbul Coast Guard to tanker Dayan. Istanbul Coast Guard to tanker Dayan. Come in, please.”
An angry scowl crossed her face, then she turned and spat to the pilot.
“Assemble the Janissaries.”
Ignoring the radio call, she turned and quietly studied the tanker’s radar screen, mentally preparing for the coming engagement.
THE EMERGENCY MIDNIGHT diplomatic warnings from Israel and the U.S. were ultimately directed to the Turkish Coast Guard, whose Istanbul command base gave assurances that all approaching tankers would be stopped and searched well short of the city. A local fast patrol craft was scrambled, joined by an Istanbul police boat, to stand picket south of the Bosphorus.
Tensions heightened when a large, unidentified ship appeared on the radar screen, steaming north. Suspicions were immediately raised when the vessel’s Automatic Identification System transponder was found to be deactivated. When repeated radio calls went unanswered, the smaller and speedier police boat was dispatched to go investigate.
Racing toward the ship, the police soon saw by its shadow and running lights that it was clearly a tanker the size of the Dayan. The police boat zipped down the tanker’s high flanks, then circled around her stern. The police commander took note of the Israeli flag flying from the aft mast as he read the ship’s name beaded in white letters across the transom.
“It’s the Dayan,” he said, transmitting to the Coast Guard patrol boat.
They were to be the last words he would ever speak.
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THE DAYAN ’S DECK AND RUNNING LIGHTS CUT TO BLACK an instant before the fusillade erupted. A line of armed Janissaries materialized on the tanker’s stern rail and simultaneously fired down on the small police boat. The small boat’s captain was the first to die, cut down by a direct burst through the bridge windshield. Another police officer standing on the deck was gunned down an instant later, shot in the back before he knew what hit him. Another man on the deck, a veteran police sergeant, reacted quicker, divin
g behind the gunwale and returning fire with his service automatic. But he was killed when the boat drifted aside and he lost his cover, the Janissaries all concentrating fire on him.
The shooting fell quiet for a moment as the fourth and last man aboard the police boat climbed up from below. Seeing his dead comrades, he stepped onto the stern deck with his hands in the air. He was a young rookie, new to the force, and his voice quivered as he begged the gunmen not to shoot. But his plea was met by a short burst of fire, and he crumpled to the deck, joining his comrades in death.
The lifeless police boat meandered behind the tanker for several minutes like a lost puppy. In its wheelhouse, the radio sputtered with repeated hails from the Coast Guard vessel, calls that fell only on dead ears. The big tanker’s wash finally nudged its bow aside, and the floating morgue motored aimlessly toward the western horizon.
THE SOUND OF GUNFIRE was Hammet’s call to action. The Israeli tanker captain had been in a state of anguish for hours, ever since he and his crew had been forced back into the mess room after loading the plastic explosives aboard ship and setting sail. He knew that the armed Turks, whoever they might be, had converted his vessel into a suicide bomb ship, and that the Israeli crew would likely be part of the blast.
The captain and his first officer had quietly discussed escape plans, but their options were few. The pair of guards watching them at the door appeared at a higher state of readiness than before and was rotated out for a fresh pair every two hours. Food had been cut off to the captives, and they were no longer allowed to approach the bulkhead and peer out the porthole.
At that late hour, the tanker’s crew were mostly sprawled out on the floor asleep. Hammet was lying among his men, although sleep was the furthest thing from his mind. He feigned slumber, however, when the door opened, and a man whispered excitedly to the guards. The two men arose immediately and slipped out, leaving the Israeli crew temporarily unguarded.
Hammet instantly jumped to his feet.