“The principle's the same,” Zavala said. “Lampreys are superbly engineered creatures. They latch on to a moving fish, sink their ring of teeth into the skin and suck the blood out of it. We use suction and lasers rather than teeth. The main problem was coming up with a flexible watertight seal that would attach to any surface and allow us to make the cut. With the use of space-age materials and computers, we put together a pretty good package.”

Vlasov raised his vodka glass again. “I hold the proof of your in- genuity in my hand. When will the Sea Lamprey be fully operational?” “Soon.” Zavala said. “I hope.”

“The sooner the better. I shudder to think of the potential for dis- aster. The Soviets built some magnificent boats. But my countrymen have always leaned toward gigantism over quality.” Vlasov finished his drink and rose from his chair. “Now I must go back to my cabin to prepare a report for my superiors. They should be very pleased. I'm grateful for all your hard work. I will thank Admiral Sandecker per- sonally.”

As Vlasov left, one of the ship's officers came into the room and told Austin he had a telephone call. Austin picked up the telephone,

listened a few moments, asked some questions, then said, “Stand by. I'll get right back to you.”

He hung up and said, “That was NATO's East Atlantic subma- rine disaster office. They need our help on a rescue mission.” “Someone's lost a sub?” Zavala said.

“A Danish cruiser went down off the Faroe Islands, and some of the crew were trapped inside. They're still alive, apparently. The Swedes and the Brits are on their way, but the cruiser doesn't have an escape hatch. The Danes need someone who can go directly through the hull and get the guys out. They heard we were out here making test dives.”

“How long do we have?” “A few hours, the way they tell it.”

Zavala shook his head. “The Faroes must be more than a thousand miles from here. The Beebe is a fast ship for her size, but she'd need wings to get there in time.”

Austin thought about it a minute, then said, “You're a genius.” “Glad you finally realized it. Mind telling me how you came to that conclusion? It would make a great pick-up line in a bar.”

“First, let me ask: Is the Sea Lamprey in any shape to use on a real- life rescue operation? I detected a note ofCYA when Vlasov asked when it would be ready.”

“We civil service types automatically take Cover Your Ass 101 when we sign on,” Zavala said.

“You must have passed the course with flying colors. Well?” Zavala pondered the question for a moment. “You saw how she handled coming up.”

“Sure, like a Brahma bull, but we made it okay. You'd pay big bucks for a ride like that at Disney World.”