“I wouldn't make a mistake about something like that. I said that you weren't here. They knew you were on the Argo. I told him this wasn't the Argo. He had one of his men check. When he learned he was on the wrong ship, he flew into a rage. He said to tell NUMA and the U.S. that this was a small taste of the destruction that was yet to come.”

“Is there anything else?”

“That's all I remember.” She stared dumbly.

Austin thanked her and went over to where his pack was lying on the deck. He pulled out his Globalstar phone. Within seconds, he was talking to Gunn. “Are you still in the air?”

“Just barely. We're running on fumes, but we'll make it. Are you and Joe okay?”

“We're fine.”

Gunn sensed from Austin's tone that there was more be- hind the terse reply. “What's the situation on the Hunter?”

“I'd rather not say over the phone, but it's about as bad as it can get.”

Gunn said, “Help is on its way. I talked to Sandecker, and he called his friends in the navy. They're grateful for getting the NR-1's crew back. When he said you needed some assistance, they broke a cruiser off from NATO exercises in the area.”

“I wouldn't mind an aircraft carrier at this point, but a cruiser will be fine.”

“The ship will be there within two hours. Anything else you need?”

Austin's eyes hardened and a razor-sharp edge came into his voice. “Yeah. I'd like about five minutes with a certain bug-eyed freak.”

NUMA 3 - Fire Ice

-25-

THE NAVY PUT an armed party aboard the Sea Hunter, but nothing could be done until an investigation team arrived. Austin needed no forensic expert to tell him the murderous sequence of events that had transpired aboard the unsuspecting ship. The attackers had arrived by sea, silently stolen onto the vessel, then made their way through the ship and systematically slaughtered everyone on her except for the one witness they purposely left alive. A maniac who talked of revenge had led the attack.

The message left with the sole survivor made it clear that the raid was payback: Austin called NUMA headquarters and asked that a warning be issued to all the agency’s vessels, especially those in the Mediterranean area. He felt responsible despite Zavala's argument that no one could have anticipated the savage attack on the Sea Hunter: He could barely keep his anger under control. Zavala recognized the cold, distant expression on Austin's face, and he knew the contest between Austin and the killers had become intensely personal. If he hadn't seen what Boris and his minions bad done on the NUMA ship, he might have felt sorry for them.