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Kreisman looked around the room。 〃Anyone want to take a stab at a guess？〃
Another seaman spoke up。 〃I served on a boomer when I first joined the navy。 Judging from its beam； around thirty feet； I'd estimate this baby was as long as a Los Angeles class。 About three hundred sixty feet。〃
〃The NR…1 is only one hundred fifty feet long。 They could easily piggyback you with more than two hundred feet to spare；〃 Austin said。
The sailor nodded。 〃That sub was bigger than our support vessel。〃
Austin glanced around the room。 〃Anyone see markings？〃
Nobody responded。 〃Too dark and no moon；〃 Kreisman explained。
〃So they moved you into the big sub？〃
〃Correct。 They locked us in a bunk room。 Not enough beds for all of us； so we took turns sleeping。 They brought food from time to time。 We submerged for twenty…four hours。 When we surfaced again； it was night。 The ocean was different from the Aegean。 The air didn't have the saltiness we'd been used to。 More like one of the Great Lakes。〃
〃Tell them about the ship sounds we heard before that；〃 one of the submariners said。
〃Sorry； I forgot about that。 It was a while before we surfaced。 The bunk room was as quiet as a grave。 Some of the guys in the bunks said they could hear the sound of ship engines through the bulkheads。 We all put our ears up to the hull and listened。 It was true。〃
〃You were in an area of heavy ship traffic？〃
〃That's what we figured。 Eventually； the noise died out。 Several hours later； we came up next to a surface ship。 It must have been waiting for us。 They hustled us onto the ship and into another bunk room。 That was our home sweet home for three days。〃
〃They kept you there all that time？〃 Gunn said。
〃Hell； no！ Early the next morning； we were assembled on the deck。 Guys with guns kept us covered； and the big sub was nowhere to be seen。 Pulaski was there。 He gave us that creepy smile of his。 'Good morning； gentlemen；' 〃 Kreisman imitated Pulaski's accent。 〃 'In return for this delightful cruise； we are going to ask that you do a little job for us。' He said we would be salvaging material from an old ship。 Pulaski and another thug were going with us。 So we piled into the NR…1 alongside the ship； which was acting as our tender； and down we went。〃
〃How deep？〃
〃Four hundred feet plus。 No big deal for the NR…1。 We noticed the water buoyancy was different。 We needed less ballast to bring us down。 The sea bottom was mud for the most part； sloping before it abruptly dropped off into the deep。 The wreck sat on the bank of an underwater canyon or valley that ran at right angles to the cliff face。〃
〃Was there a name on the ship's hull？〃
〃None that we could see。 The vessel was covered with seaweed and barnacles。 The bow was more up…and…down than raked； like those pictures you see of the Titanic。〃 He used his hand to demonstrate。
〃What was its position on the bottom？〃
〃The ship sat on the slope； leaning over at a sharp angle。 It looked as if a good shove would tip it over。 We saw a big hole in the starboard side。〃
〃Could you see inside the hole？〃
〃It was filled in with rubble。 We only stayed there a minute。 They were more interested in the other side。 They had fitted out the manipulator arm with a cutting torch。 We touched down on the slanting deck。 It was pretty dicey putting the sub down at an angle。 We had the feeling the ship could roll over at any time。 Then they told us to cut a hole in the superstructure。〃
〃Not in the hold？〃 Austin said with surprise。 〃That's where the cargo would be。〃
〃You'd think so； but we weren't in a position to argue。 We made an opening around ten by ten feet。 It wasn't too hard … the metal was old and rusted。 We had to be careful； though。 It was like a surgical operation。 One nudge and the ship would drop off into the deep； we were all aware of that。 We could see the old bunks and mattresses。 Pulaski and his buddy got real agitated。 They started to jabber over some diagrams of the wreck that they had with them。〃
〃In Russian。〃
〃Sounded like it。 Apparently； they'd had us cut through the wrong spot。 We tried two more times before they found what they wanted。 It was a fairly big cabin filled with metal boxes the size of those old steamer trunks you see in antique shops。〃
〃How many boxes？〃
〃About a dozen； jumbled every which way。 Pulaski told us to grab them with the NR…1's manipulator arm。 We had a tough time moving them。 They were obviously heavy and strained the manipulator to capacity。 We pulled the boxes to the opening and called the surface ship and told them to lower some lines with hooks on the ends of them。 We attached the lines； stood off and let the ship winch the stuff up with its superior lifting power。〃
Austin； who had been trained in deepwater salvage； nodded。 〃Exactly the way I would have handled it。〃
〃Captain Logan's idea。〃 Kreisman smirked with embarrassment。 〃We were like the British soldiers in that movie； Bridge on the River Kwai。 We really got into it。 Professional pride； I guess。〃
〃Don't feel bad。 They probably would have killed you if you hadn't done the job。〃
〃That's what the captain said。 We worked round…the…clock shifts。 There were a few of the hitches you'd expect with a job that plicated； but we got all the stuff they wanted off the ship。〃
〃Did you see what was in the steamer trunks？〃
〃That was a funny thing。 They shoved us around the corner； but we could hear them prying the boxes open with a crowbar。 They sounded pretty excited。 Then there was this silence； and next we heard them yelling。 It sounded like an argument。 Then Pulaski appeared and started shouting at us in Russian； like whatever happened was our fault。 He looked real angry； but I think he was a little scared。〃 Kreisman glanced around the room and got nods of agreement from the other crewmen。
〃No indication what the dustup was all about？〃
He shook his head。 〃They put us below； and when they brought us on deck again it was night。 The monster sub was back。 There was a ship nearby； too。 We couldn't see in the dark； but it sounded like a big one。 They loaded us aboard the sub； except for the captain and pilot…same first…class acmodations。 We traveled underwater； a shorter time than before。 When we were allowed out； we were in a place as big as an airplane hangar。〃
〃That would be the sub pen。 What happened to the NR…1？〃
〃We don't know。 It was still tied up alongside the salvage vessel when we left。 The captain and pilot are okay； I hope；〃 he said with consternation。 〃Why would they keep us prisoner and let them go？〃
〃They may have further work for the NR…1 or simply want hostages。 What happened next？〃
〃They put us in yet another bunk room。 A real dump。 We were there a couple of days。 Bored as hell。 The only excitement was what sounded like a big explosion from somewhere below。〃
〃They were sealing the entrance to the sub pen。〃
〃Why would they do that？〃
〃The base had been discovered； and they wanted to make sure no one would find the evidence。 The big sub used in the hijack had served its purpose。 I wouldn't be surprised if they planned to plug the surface entrance later。 Maybe with you inside。 What was the guard situation？〃
〃Same bunch who kept an eye on us on the salvage ship。 Military types with automatic weapons。 They gave us black bread and water； and locked us in。 Next thing we know； these guys with the funny hats and the baggy pants showed up。 The first guards were Girl Scouts pared to this gang。 They beat up a couple of the guys just for chuckles； dragged us outside and herded us into that big field。 You know the rest。〃
Austin looked around the room。 〃Any questions？〃
〃Did you get a glimpse of your GPS position when you were on the NR…1？〃 Gunn asked。
〃They kept us away from the positioning gauges； then turned them off later so we couldn't see。〃
〃Damn shame；〃 Gunn said。
Laughter rippled around the room。
〃Are we missing a joke？〃 Gunn said。
A slim blond…haired crewman in his midtwenties stood and identified himself as Seaman Ted McCormack。 He passed a sheet of paper toward the table。 〃These are the GPS coordinates for the wreck。〃
〃How can you be sure？〃 Gunn said； reading the figures。
McCormack held out his arm and displayed what looked like an overgrown digital wristwatch。 〃My wife gave this to me。 We got married just before I shipped out。 She's got a chart back home so when I called her she could mark exactly where I was。〃
〃We used to kid Mac about being on a short leash；〃 Kreisman said。 〃Not anymore。〃
〃When we were hijacked； I slid this thing up my arm and kept it covered under my sleeve；〃 McCormack said。 〃They never frisked us。 Figured we were harmless； I guess。〃
The ProTek GPS watch was a miracle of miniaturization； said by its manufacturer to be the world's smallest GPS device。 It could give the wearer his position anywhere on the planet within a few yards。
Austin grinned。 〃Let's hear it for love。〃 He looked around the room。 〃Now； to quote the immortal words of Porky Pig； 'That's all； folks。' Thanks for your help。 And bon voyage。〃
The NR…1 crew rose to their feet as one and stampeded out of the conference room like thirsty steers who'd