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All of which meant the unarmed Gemini was the only hope of stopping the MV Rama and finding out if any of the Orion’s crew were aboard.
“What’s the range?” Paul asked.
They had the Rama painted on the radarscope, but with visibility at a quarter mile, they hadn’t seen her in the dark yet.
“A thousand yards,” the radar officer said.
“That’s it?” Paul replied. “She must be running without lights.”
“In this soup, we might collide with her before we spot her,” the captain added.
“No, we won’t,” Gamay said, looking through a pair of binoculars. “I’ve got her. Just off the port bow.”
Paul followed her directions, spotting the shadow of a vessel plowing through the dark.
“Light her up,” the captain ordered.
The executive officer flicked a series of switches, and a trio of powerful spotlights came on, piercing the dark and the rain and converging on the lumbering vessel. At three times the Gemini’s size, the Rama pitched and rolled less noticeably in the swells, but there was a wallowing quality to her progress.
“Time to put on the show,” Paul said, handing his binoculars to the captain.
“I’ll bring us up alongside of her,” the captain said. “You get ready to play commando.”
“I don’t have to tell you to be careful,” Gamay said.
“No,” Paul replied grinning. “No, you don’t.”
With that, Paul left the bridge and raced down the stairwell. Minutes later, he was
standing just inside the forward hatch with a dozen other volunteers. They all wore black, with hastily made arm patches that displayed an approximation of the Australian flag’s blue field, with its stars of the Southern Cross and the Union Jack in the corner.
“Weapons, everyone,” Paul said. The Gemini’s weapons locker held six rifles and two pistols. The rest received wooden approximations of the M16 rifle that had been painted black. The volunteers from the crew laughed and pointed the guns at one another.
“What do we do if they don’t surrender?” one man asked.
“Either dive overboard or swing these things like Reggie Jackson,” another one replied.
Paul hoped neither act would be necessary.
He cracked the hatch a few inches and peered through the rain and fog. The MV Rama was just across from them, bathed in the spotlights, as the whoop-whoop of Gemini’s alarm blared like a coast guard siren.
They chased and harried the Rama like this for several minutes to no effect. Finally, the intercom buzzed.
“They’re not responding to our radio calls,” Gamay’s voice announced.
“Understood,” Paul said. “I’ll man the rocket launchers. Tell the captain to get us in close. Real close. And be ready to give them your spiel over the loudspeaker.”
“Will do,” Gamay said. “Good luck.”
Paul looked at the chief. “I’m heading forward. Get ready to take your positions on the deck.”
“We’ll be ready,” the chief said.
Paul made his way to another door and pushed out through the hatch and onto the pitching deck. He crossed the foredeck to a squared-off structure that looked convincingly like a warship’s turret, with multiple rocket-launching tubes on either side.
A hydraulic crane used to lift ROVs in and out of the water had occupied the spot hours before. The boom had been dismantled and the sheet metal façade of a turret welded onto the crane’s turntable-like base. Metal air-duct tubing had been removed from parts of the ship, cut to the right length, and affixed to the sides. Painted battleship gray, with a fake antenna dish mounted on the top, the “turret” gave off a reasonable impression of a lethal-weapons system.
Paul slipped inside, ducking through a gap in the metal. He found the Gemini’s crane operator at the controls.
