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tell of the 118 U-boats of superior design that were used by several countries in the Second World War.
    By the shape of the hull he recognized the rusted wreck in the sand as one of these unique vessels, there was no doubt about it. Because of their streamlined design and improved output power, they could operate efficiently underwater without having to surface to sprint during attacks. It also aided them in being elusive in radar searches and their thin bodies made for exceptionally fast diving time. These U-boats, he was told, were superior to their predecessors on every level.
    Most of them were accounted for, in fact, he was certain of it. After decommissioning some were scrapped, others dismantled or turned into museums.
    "Darwin! Tommy!" Purdue shouted on the radio, "I need you in the booth immediately, lads!"
    His heart was now throbbing wildly. A sunken submarine guaranteed adventure and promises of valuable secrets, until now cloistered at the bottom of the ocean.
    "What are you hiding?" he whispered to the image on the screen, "Art? Treasure? Nazi treasure, I bet. I bet you were used to carry Nazi treasure out of the country and you never made it to your destination."
    "Sir?" he heard Tommy's voice through the hiss and roar of thunder and the clamor of the waves.
    "The coordinates. I need the coordinates of where the minisub cut off from us. Can you do that?" Purdue asked with a great renewed sense of urgency.
    "Of course. Let me check," Tommy said, and sat down in front of the ROV control panel. He retrieved the positioning data of the submersible just before it lost contact with them and gave it to Purdue. The three engineers stood fidgeting around him, waiting for some revelation like anxious fathers in a maternity ward.
    "Gentlemen, I will need you to stay on a few more days after your rotations are concluded, if you don't mind. I will pay each of you overtime for your extended assistance after shift change. But first I need to procure a new minisub, otherwise we'd never be able to reach that beauty on the ocean floor," Purdue purred. "Now, I need a warm beverage before I get started." With that he left for the kitchen and left the three astonished men behind in the control room.
    "What beauty?" Liam asked in utter confusion. His eyes followed his colleagues where they stared at the image of the stretching vessel caught in the oblivion of the North Sea depths. "Oh."
     
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Chapter 5
     
    "We were ordered to drop you off where you want, miss," said Cody, one of Purdue's largest security men. "Personally I would love to drop you at the bottom of the Water of Leith, but for some reason Mr. Purdue doesn't think you merit a beating for the shit you pulled."
    "If your security wasn't so lax you would not have had your perimeter breached, braveheart," she retorted in a low tone, smirking at the vexation of her reluctant escort.
    Cody and his colleague, Jason, were to drive her back to the city on Purdue's order. The night before he had decided not to press charges because he could see by Calisto's clothing that she had been down and out. Her hoodie was once black, but now sported a ragged grey threading and her nails were dirty. When she crossed her legs on the couch he could see the dilapidated state of her old Doc Martins and it fascinated him how she had navigated the ledge in them, let alone move so quietly that no one heard her climb above the iron doors.
    Although he was not a bleeding-heart type, he figured he did not have to be a dick about it, because nothing valuable was missing, unless you considered the meat that was gone. Purdue made it clear that he was not a charity and he believed that each person cultivated her own circumstances; therefore, she could not expect any more aid from him apart from a lift back to the Edinburgh city center.
    Cody grimaced at her amusement as they walked out to Mr. Purdue's 4 × 4. Calisto's eyes scrutinized the vehicle, but she did not ask any questions. She had never