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were reflective eyes, hardened by adversity and numerous brushes with death, yet they softened easily with humor. He rubbed his hand through thick ebony hair flecked with gray, then he stepped onto the bridge of the research vessel Aegean Explorer .
    “Rudi, we’ve surveyed a good chunk of the bottom between here and Chios, haven’t we?” he asked.
    A diminutive man with horn-rimmed glasses looked up from a computer station and nodded his head.
    “Yes, our last grid ran within a mile of the eastern shore. With the Greek island situated less than five miles from Turkey, I don’t even know whose waters we’re in. We had about ninety percent of the grid complete when the AUV’s rear sensor blew a seal and flooded with salt water. We’ll be down at least two more hours while our technicians repair the damage.”
    The AUV, or autonomous underwater vehicle, was a torpedo-shaped robot packed with sensing equipment that was dropped over the side of the research ship. Self-propelled and preprogrammed with a designated survey path, the AUV would cruise above the seafloor collecting data that was periodically relayed back to the surface ship.
    Rudi Gunn resumed tapping at the keyboard. Dressed as he was in a tattered T-shirt and plaid shorts, nobody would have guessed he was the Deputy Director for the National Underwater and Marine Agency, the prominent government organization responsible for the scientific study of the world’s oceans. Gunn was normally confined to NUMA’s Washington headquarters rather than stationed aboard one of the turquoise-colored research vessels that the agency used to gather information on marine life, ocean currents, and environmental pollution. An adept administrator, he relished escaping the hubris of the nation’s capital and getting his hands dirty in the field, especially when his boss had escaped likewise.
    “What sort of bottom contours have we seen in the shallows around here?”
    “Typical of the local islands. A sloping shelf extends offshore a short distance before abruptly plunging to thousand-foot depths. We’re in about a hundred and twenty feet of water here. As I recall, this area has a fairly sandy bottom, with few obstructions.”
    “That’s what I thought,” the man replied, a sparkle growing in his eye.
    Gunn caught the look and said, “I detect a devious plot in the boss’s head.”
    Dirk Pitt laughed. As the Director of NUMA, he had led dozens of underwater explorations, with remarkable results. From raising the Titanic to discovering the ships of the lost Franklin Expedition in the Arctic, Pitt had an uncanny knack for solving the mysteries of the deep. A quietly confident man with an insatiable curiosity, he’d been enamored of the sea from an early age. The lure never waned, and drew him out of NUMA’s Washington headquarters on a regular basis.
    “It’s a known fact,” he said cheerily, “that most inshore shipwrecks are found by the nets of local fishermen.”
    “Shipwrecks?” Gunn replied. “As I recall, our invitation from the Turkish government was to locate and study the impact of algae blooms reported along their coastal waters. There was no mention of any wreck searches.”
    “I only take them as they come,” Pitt smiled.
    “Well, we are out of commission for the moment. Do you want to drop the ROV over the side?”
    “No, the nets of our neighborhood fisherman are snagged well within diving range.”
    Gunn looked at his watch. “I thought you were leaving in two hours to spend the weekend in Istanbul with your wife?”
    “More than enough time,” Pitt said with a grin, “for a quick dive on the way to the airport.”
    “Then I guess this means,” Gunn replied with a resigned shake of the head, “that I gotta go wake up Al.”

    TWENTY MINUTES LATER, Pitt tossed an overnight bag into a Zodiac that bobbed alongside the Aegean Explorer , then climbed a portable ladder down into the boat. As he took his seat, a short barrel-chested man at