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well,” Ballantine said, as he slowly made sure to look everyone in the eye that was seated at the table. “I have received some alarming news today.”
    “More alarming than the fact that we are all now citizens in limbo?” Shane asked.
    “Limbo contest,” Max said. “After the meeting we’ll mix some drinks, non-alcoholic for Kinsey, of course, and then have a limbo contest. It’ll begin the healing process.” He held up his hand as his uncle was about to snap. “Shutting up now, Uncle Vinny.”
    “The client that hired the company to dispose of their shark problem has been purchased by an outside entity,” Ballantine said, “and it is believed that outside entity has employed a specific resource of the former client for the explicit purpose of hunting us down.”
    “Is it a zeppelin?” Shane asked. “It would be pretty cool to be chased by a fucking blimp.”
    “No, Mr. Reynolds, it is not a zeppelin,” Ballantine sighed. “Anyone care to guess what it is?”
    “Just tell them,” Thorne snarled.
    Ballantine glared at the commander, but let it go.
    “They have released another shark,” Ballantine said. “This one is considerably more dangerous than the previous sharks we’ve encountered.”
    “Considerably?” Shane asked.
    “More dangerous?” Max finished.
    “How so?” Gunnar asked, leaning forward in his chair. “Is it larger? Stronger? Better senses? More equipped to track us? Able to get through the triple hull? Be specific, Ballantine.”
    “Yes to all of those,” Ballantine said, “and more.”
    Gunnar leaned back and his face went white at the prospect. Ballantine looked at everyone else and saw that they were just as pale as Gunnar was.
    “There, now we are all up to speed,” Ballantine said as he sat back down. “Let’s open the table to suggestions, shall we?”

 
    Chapter Two- Bigger Problems
     
    The small fishing boat bobbed in the subtle waves that lapped at its sides. Weighed down by a bountiful catch of a mix of mahi mahi, skipjacks, and a couple swordfish, the captain started the engine and carefully steered his boat back towards home, ready to unload and reap the benefits of his catch.
    The two hired deck hands were busy folding and stowing nets, packing up lines and hooks, and making sure that everything was strapped down as it should be. The sky didn’t show any hint of a storm or problems with weather, but out on the open ocean, in a boat as small as the one they were on, they knew not to take chances.
    “We get quarter split?” one deck hand named Peter asked. A short thick man, he looked like a brown barrel with stubby arms and legs. “That right? We each get a quarter?”
    “Nah, bra,” the second hand replied. His name was Hekali, but everyone just called him Hek the Neck because of his long, skinny neck. He shook his head on that neck and glanced towards the captain in the wheelhouse. “We split a quarter. He keeps three quarters.”
    “Ain’t right, bra,” Peter said. “We did most of the work. We should get at least half.”
    “His boat,” Hek shrugged. “We’d get nothing if we didn’t have his boat.”
    “He’d get nothing if we didn’t do it all for him,” Peter complained.
    “Is what it is,” Hek shrugged. “Good haul today, so even splitting a quarter will be worth it.”
    “Splitting half would be more worth it,” Peter grumbled as he finished folding a net. He arched his back and stretched his sore, tired muscles. “Next time we ask for half.”
    “Next time he may not hire us,” Hek said as he wound a rope about his hand and forearm, making sure it was tight and not kinked. He was about to say more to Peter about being careful he doesn’t ruin a good thing, but the words became stuck in his throat as he saw movement far off across the water.
    “You okay, bra?” Peter asked him.
    Hek still couldn’t answer as he watched the impossible come towards them. Peter turned and followed Hek’s gaze.
    “What is that?” Peter