Black wind

create a domestic threat with the weapons but are now looking at possible ties to Al Qaeda and a few other terrorist organizations.”
    “I wouldn’t bet against it,” Sandecker replied drily as he rolled the cigar between his thumb and forefinger. “I’ll brief the president this afternoon. Someone is going to damn well pay for destroying an American government vessel,” he snarled, his eyes ablaze.
    The inhabitants of the conference room nodded in collective agreement. Though a large organization, there was a close-knit sense of family within the agency and an act of terror against fellow colleagues halfway around the world was still felt strongly by those at home.
    “We share your sentiments, Admiral,” Gunn replied quietly.
    “By the way, the two crewmen that are missing?” Sandecker asked.
    Gunn swallowed hard. “Summer and Dirk Pitt. Presumed abducted with the Starfish”
    Sandecker stiffened in shock. “Good Lord, not them. Does their father know?”
    “Yes. He’s in the Philippines with Al Giordino trying to contain an underwater environmental hazard. I spoke with him by satellite phone and he understands that we are doing everything we can right now.”
    Sandecker leaned back in his leather chair and gazed at the cloud of blue cigar smoke drifting above his head. God have mercy on the fool that would harm that man’s offspring, he thought.
    Seven thousand miles away, the blue catamaran ripped across the west coastal waters of Korea like a top fuel dragster running the traps. Summer and Dirk were nudged and rocked in their luxury confinement as the speedy yacht tore through the swells at almost 40 knots. A pair of Korean fishermen in a rickety sampan cursed vehemently as the cat stormed perilously close by, the powerful boat’s wake washing waves over the sides of the tiny fishing boat.
    After two hours of hard running, the catamaran turned inland and slowed its speed as it threaded its way through the sprinkling of small islands that dotted the mouth of the Han River. The pilot maneuvered the boat upriver another hour until spotting the semi hidden channel that curled into Kang’s Kyodongdo Island lair. Passing through the inlet that he knew was monitored by hidden video cameras, the pilot guided the catamaran across the cove to the floating dock at the base of the sheer-walled compound. Inching to a stop, the blue catamaran was tied up astern of Kang’s gleaming white Benetti yacht.
    Dirk and Summer remained locked in their cabin as Tongju strode
    off the craft and rode the elevator up the cliff to Kang’s private enclave. Kang sat in his cherrywood-paneled executive office with Kwan, studying the financial statements of a radio component manufacturer that he intended to acquire via hostile takeover. He looked up slowly when Tongju entered and bowed.
    “Captain Lee of the Baekje has sent word that your mission was a success,” Kang stated through tight lips, offering no hint of satisfaction.
    Tongju nodded slightly. “We acquired the ordnance after it was salvaged by the American vessel. Ten of the devices were still intact and have been determined to be usable,” he continued, neglecting to mention that Dirk had sabotaged the other two canisters.
    “More than a sufficient quantity to proceed with the operation,” Kang replied.
    “The weapon scientists aboard the Baekje were most pleased. The devices were immediately transferred to the biological research laboratory upon our arrival at Inchon. The lab chief assured me that the necessary refinement and containment will be complete within forty-eight hours.”
    “At which time I trust the Baekje’s reconfiguration will be complete?”
    Tongju nodded in reply. “She will be ready to set sail on time.”
    “Schedule is critical,” Kang continued. “The mission must be achieved ahead of the National Assembly referendum vote.”
    “As long as there is no delay with the ordnance, we will be ready,” Tongju assured him. “The shipyard workers had already made impressive progress by the time we departed the dock facility.”
    “We cannot tolerate another miscalculation,” Kang said coldly.
    Tongju squinted slightly, unsure of his boss’s meaning. Ignoring the comment, he continued speaking.
    “I have brought two of the captives from the American vessel with me. The pilots who operated their submersible. One of them is the
    man responsible for the death of our two agents in America. I thought perhaps you might wish to entertain