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His phone rang and he snatched it up, barking, “Cabrillo.”
“Knock it off right now,” Dr. Huxley said.
“What are you talking about?”
“I just heard about what happened and I know you’re blaming yourself for it and I want you to stop this instant. As soon as the news broke that Eos had been destroyed, Kovac went into trapped-rat mode. He’s cornered and panicked. That’s why that officer was killed, not because of us. You and I have been over this a hundred times before. You aren’t at fault, so don’t take blame that isn’t yours. All right?”
Juan blew out a breath. “And here I am working myself into a world-record bout of recrimination and self-loathing.”
“I knew you were. That’s why I called.”
“Thanks, Hux.”
“Go take him down before he kills anyone else, and you’ll feel much better.”
“Doctor’s orders?”
“Exactly.”
Fifteen minutes later, Juan was on deck with his team. He divided them into two groups of six, with Eddie leading the first and him in charge of the second. In order to maintain control of the cruise ship, Kovac would need people on the bridge as well as in the engine room, to stop crewmen from killing power. That would be Eddie’s responsibility. Juan wanted Kovac all to himself.
They all wore black formfitting outfits over Kevlar body armor that wouldn’t snag on obstacles and impede their assault. Their boots had soft rubber soles, and each man carried a gas mask, because all sported tear gas grenades. The interior of the Golden Sky would be brightly lit, so only one man on each team carried night vision gear.
With the number of civilians aboard the ship, Cabrillo ordered half loads for their ammunition to avoid overpenetration killing someone beyond their target. He carried a Glock instead of his usual FNs, since even a half charge of powder would send the smaller bullets through a man.
Their grappling hooks were launched by a shotgun-type weapon. The lines they trailed were incredibly strong
and light, which made climbing difficult. For that, each wore special gloves with mechanical pincers to grip the monofilament.
“Max, you read?” Juan said into his throat mike.
“You’re live.”
“Okay, take us in flank speed, and don’t forget to tell Mike.”
The acceleration was almost instantaneous. Juan slit his eyes against the brutal wind. The Golden Sky lay four miles ahead, her gleaming upperworks making her look like a jewel on the dark waters, while her wake glowed with an ethereal trail of phosphorescence.
The Oregon was moving some twenty-odd knots faster than the cruise ship, so they quickly cut the distance.
“Kovac must be going nuts,” Eddie remarked. “We keep showing up like the proverbial bad penny.”
“Chairman, he tossed another,” Hali shouted over the radio. “It was a woman this time, and she was definitely alive.”
“Alert Mike. Wepps, give ’em a squirt with the Gatling as close to the wing bridge as you can. Let Kovac know the next time he sets foot out there, we’re going to shred him.”
The armored plate covering the starboard-side Gatling gun folded back and the weapon peeked from its redoubt, as the motor spun up its six rotating barrels. When it fired, the sound was like a mechanical buzz saw tearing itself to pieces. A tongue of flame shot twenty feet from the Oregon’s flank and a stream of two hundred depleted uranium rounds arced across the sky. They passed so close to the flying bridge that paint blistered off the metal railing. The bullets peppered the sea ahead of the ship in a multitude of tiny eruptions.
The Golden Sky immediately turned away from the attack.
“That rattled his cage.” Eddie was grinning.
Max kept the Oregon a hundred feet off the other ship as they came abeam and when Kovac tried to turn into them again Max kept just out of reach, using the bow thrusters to keep the Oregon turning tighter than the Golden Sky.
“Max, get ready,” Juan said, “Wepps, prepare to fire again on my mark, but don’t hit the ship.” He waited for his men to get in position on the Oregon’s rail, their grappling-hook guns at their shoulders. “Aim for the main deck. Max, go!”
The Oregon carved in on the liner, cutting the gap in half in just a few seconds.
“Fire,” Juan said, and the Gatling shrieked again, as he and the assault team launched their grappling hooks.
