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"There lies the catch," said Chisholm. "Druidism is still very much with us in the present. There are cults throughout Europe that follow the ancient rituals."
"Except for the human sacrifice," Yaeger said with a grim smile.
"No," Boyd said seriously. "Despite it being a crime of murder, human sacrifice among the underground Druid cults still takes place."
After the others had left, Sandecker called Dirk and Summer into his office. As soon as they were all seated, he came quickly to the point.
"I'd like you two to conduct an archaeology project."
Summer and Dirk swapped confused looks. They had no idea where the admiral was leading them.
"You want us to go back to Navidad Bank?" asked Dirk.
"No, I want you to fly down to Guadeloupe and survey the harbor on the island of Branwyn."
"Since it's privately owned, won't we need permission?" asked Summer.
"As long as you don't step ashore, you won't be trespassing."
Dirk looked at Sandecker skeptically. "You want us to search for the treasure lost in the land of the Laestrygonians by Odysseus' fleet?"
"No, I want you to find the ships and their artifacts. If successful, they would be by far the oldest shipwrecks found in the Western Hemisphere and alter recorded ancient history. If it can be done, I want it done by NUMA."
Summer folded her hands on the table nervously. "You must realize, Admiral, the odds of making such an incredible find are a million to one."
"The one chance is worth the effort. Better to have tried than sit on our hands and never know."
"Do you have a timetable?"
"Rudi Gunn will arrange a NUMA plane. You'll leave tomorrow morning. After your plane lands at the airport near the town of Pointe-a-Pitre in Gaudeloupe, you'll be met by a NUMA representative by the name of Charles Moreau. He has charted a boat for you to sail to Branwyn Island, which lies to the south. You'll have to carry your own dive equipment. Rudi will arrange to airfreight a subbottom profiler to read any anomalies you might find under the silt and sand."
"Why the rush?" demanded Dirk.
"If word gets out about this, and it will, every treasure hunter in the world will swarm over the island. I want NUMA to get in quick, survey the seabed and get out. If you're successful, we can work with the French who own Guadeloupe to secure the area. Any questions?"
Dirk took Summer's hand. "What do you think?"
"Sounds exciting."
"Somehow I knew you'd say that," Dirk said wearily. "What time do you want us at the NUMA terminal, Admiral?"
"Better you get an early start. Your plane will take off at six."
"In the morning?" asked Summer, losing some of her enthusiasm.
Sandecker grinned jovially. "With luck, you might even hear a rooster crowing on the way to the airport."
33
After the MEETING, Yaeger took the elevator down to his domain on the tenth floor. Never one for power lunches in Washington's established restaurants, he carried an old-fashioned lunch pail that contained fruit and vegetables and a thermos filled with carrot juice.
He was a slow starter in the morning and didn't have the momentum to jump into work with both feet. Yaeger sat and slowly sipped from a cup of herbal tea he brewed in a cabinet beside his desk, before leaning back and reading the Wall Street Journal to check on the status of his investments. Finally, he laid the paper aside and read the transcribed report from Sandecker's office regarding Pitt and Giordino's discovery of huge underground tunnels crossing Nicaragua. Then he ran a program that copied the typed report onto a computer disc. One more sip of his tea and he punched up Max.
She slowly materialized wearing a brief blue silk robe with a yellow sash,
blue stars and an emblem across the back that read wonder woman. "How do you like my threads?" she asked in a syrupy voice.
"Where did you find that?" Yaeger demanded. "In a Goodwill reject box?"
