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Following the curve of the hull to the bottom, Sam could immediately see there was no torpedo attached, but only a cockpit tube lying on its side, the viewing doth of the hull to the doht in the sand, and set to work on the unlatching bolts They were frozen in place

Time, Sam, time

His lungs began to burn He wrapped both hands around a bolt, braced his feet on the hull, and heaved Nothing Tried again Nothing

Through the water he heard ain, this tiot his bearings, then kicked off the sub and swaloo the wall Clearing the pier, he let hiently break the surface

Across the cavern and down the adjoining river tunnel he could see lights dancing off the walls—Kholkov and hishere next Ten feet to Sa just above the surface; close up it was even larger than he’d estiallon dru around a

Ahand found Reave it a reassuring squeeze and got a wiggle in reply He placed his

foot inside a loop, did the saot comfortable

“Luck?” she whispered

“No Locked up tight”

“Nohat?”

“Noait”

Their as short

Kholkov’s enerally the same ferry-rope syste through the vines, Sa a flashlight over the crates, into the water, and down the catwalks

“Where the hell are they?” he barked

It was Kholkov himself, Sam realized