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stunned at the sudden demise of a boat and crew he knew well.
    “I can’t dare move any closer,” Captain Burch replied with angst. “We’re completely unarmed, and they may well be aiming their next missile at us as we speak.” Burch then turned and ordered his helmsman to stop engines and hold their present position.
    Delgado spoke to Aimes. “The captain is right. We’ll call for help but we can’t endanger our crew. We don’t even know who or what we are up against.”
    “It’s Kang’s men,” Summer said, handing the binoculars to her brother.
    “You’re sure?” Aimes asked.
    She nodded silently with a shiver as Dirk surveyed the vessels. : “She’s right,” he said slowly. “The support ship. It’s the same vessel that sank the Sea Rover. She’s even flying a Japanese flag. They’ve painted and reconfigured her, but I’ll bet my next paycheck it’s the same ship.”

“But why are they standing off here with the platform?” Aimes added, a mask of confusion crossing his face.
    “There can only be one reason. They are preparing to launch a strike with the Sea Launch rocket.”
    A subdued silence fell across the bridge as the gravity of the situation sunk in. A disbelieving Aimes finally broke the hushed confines.
    “But the Narwhal. We’ve got to see if anyone’s alive.”
    “Aimes, you need to get some help out here, and now,” Dirk replied brusquely. “I’ll go see if there are any survivors.”
    Delgado looked at Dirk with a furrowed brow. “But we don’t dare bring the Deep Endeavor any closer,” he cautioned.
    “I don’t intend to,” Dirk replied without explanation as he quickly exited the bridge.
    Tongju gazed down from the Odyssey’s bridge at the smoldering debris of the Narwhal and stared quietly. There was no choice but for the Koguryo to act against the Coast Guard vessel. It was what he had ordered Kim to do. But they were positioned far enough off shore that they should never have been detected in the first place. He knew now that it was the encounter with the blimp that had raised suspicions. Silently, he cursed the Ukrainian engineers for moving the launch site closer to shore, neglecting to consider that the final decision had been his.
    Pacing the Odyssey’s bridge anxiously, he noted the launch countdown clock read 01:10:00, one hour and ten minutes to go. A radio call from the Koguryo crackled through the air, breaking his thoughts.
    “This is Lee. We destroyed the enemy vessel, as you directed. There is another vessel standing off two thousand meters. Do you wish us to destroy her also?”
    “Is she another military vessel? Over,” Tongju asked, peering out the bridge toward the distant ship.
    “Negative. Believed to be a research vessel.”
    “No. Save your armament, we may need it later.”
    “As you wish. Ling reports that his launch team is securely aboard the Koguryo. Are you ready to evacuate the platform?”
    “Yes. Send the tender back to the platform, my remaining team will be ready to evacuate shortly. Out.”
    Tongju hung up the radio transmitter, then turned to a commando standing at the rear of the bridge.
    “Transfer the Sea Launch prisoners in small groups to the launch vehicle hangar and lock them in the storage bay located inside. Then assemble the assault team for transport back to the Koguryo!”
    “You do not fear that the platform crew may survive the launch inside the hangar?” the commando asked.
    “The exhaust gases will likely kill them. I do not care whether they live or die just as long as they are unable to interfere with the launch.
    The commando nodded, then slipped out the rear of the bridge. Tongju slowly walked across the pilothouse, carefully examining the array of marine electronics built into the lower forward bulkhead. Finding a panel that contained the manual override switches to the automated controls, he pulled out a combat knife and jammed the blade
    into a side seam and pried open the cover. Grasping the mass of wires inside, he yanked the serrated edge of his knife across and through the bundle, rendering the switches useless. Continuing his trek through the bridge, he gathered up a half-dozen keyboards attached to various navigational and positioning computers and tossed them through an open window, watching patiently as they splashed into the ocean below. A trio of laptop computers quickly followed the long plunge to a watery demise. For good measure, he pulled out his Glock and fired several