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She’d seen the Rhino in action before, of course, but to see it live always took her breath away. The air surrounding the drone lit up in thousands of tiny bubbles of prismatic fire, refracting the sunlight in a dazzling array of colors.
As the drone charged through the plasma shield, it shut down instantaneously and coasted to a stop a hundred yards away, slightly charred from the exposure to the intense temperatures. If it had been packed with explosives for an attack, the detonation would cause little or no damage to the ship from that distance.
“Sylvia,” Murph called over the radio, “you rocked it. The feedback we got from the drone before the electronics died was exactly what we were expecting. If anyone had been on board the drone, they would have felt cooked and turned around pronto.”
Kelly pumped her fist into the air and gave Sylvia a big hug.
Sylvia thumbed the TALK button at the same time she broadcast on the Namaka’s intercom. “Well done, people. We’ve made a huge breakthrough. I’m so proud of all the hard work you’ve done, and I thank you. Now let’s bring the drone in and set up for the next run.”
The Namaka turned and eased toward the drone to recover it.
Kelly got a call on her radio and said, “Sylvia, we may have to wait for the next test.”
“Why’s that?”
“We’ve got an unknown ship passing by.”
“Out here?”
Kelly pointed north at a ship two miles away. Sylvia took out her binoculars, expecting a passing freighter or cruise liner.
Instead, it was an odd-looking vessel with three hulls. A trimaran slightly smaller than the Namaka. And it was heading in their direction at a high rate of speed.
“Who are they?”
“The captain says they won’t answer his hails,” Kelly said.
The trimaran abruptly turned and slowed, practically idling where it was.
“That’s odd,” Sylvia said. “What are they doing now?”
Kelly shrugged. “Maybe it’s a billionaire’s yacht. Those guys are weird.”
A bright red flash from the ship’s midsection caught Sylvia’s attention. It looked like the muzzle blast of a gun. The Namaka was hit by a searing hot blast that tore through the bridge, setting it on fire. It couldn’t have been a gun. No shell could have struck them that quickly from two miles away.
Sylvia was a scientist, but panic shoved aside any logical analysis.
“We need to get off the ship now,” she called to Kelly, who was gripped by her own terror and ignored her boss. She ran to the nearest door and disappeared into the seeming safety of the ship’s interior.
At that moment, the trimaran fired another volley.
Sylvia ducked her head as the burst from the unknown weapon made an impact right next to her and blew apart the door that Kelly had just entered.
The force of the explosion tossed Sylvia over the railing. The last thought that went through her mind before she plunged into the water was that her clothes were on fire.
NINE
BALI, INDONESIA
Raven Malloy couldn’t see out of the van’s windowless cargo area, but given how long they’d been on the road, she knew the terrorists from Indo Jihad were not going to the Denpasar conference center where the South Asia summit was being held. Despite her infiltration of the group, she hadn’t discovered what the real target of their attack would be that day.
Indo Jihad operated in cells, which meant she had met only the five men in the van, but she knew there were more members of the group. Even if her cell was stopped, the attack would still go on. Her mission was to find out those plans.
“I thought we were going to kill infidels,” she said in fluent Arabic as she pointedly cast her eyes around the van’s interior. The sole object with them was a backpack, and when she’d placed her hand on it while getting in, she’d felt only soft clothes. They had no weapons.
“We are,” said the terrorist leader Sinduk, who went by just his given name.
“But not at the economic summit?” Despite the heat, she had dressed in an expensive pantsuit and a headscarf as she’d been told to so she wouldn’t seem out of place at the formal event. All the men in the van wore suits.
