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leaks), but he said she needed to carry out the assignment no matter what, to increase the stakes and bring the U.S. government to its knees.
    Just off the coast of Santa Barbara on the California coast, Gwyneth and J.D. Watts made preparations for the next big Sea Warrior attack. On the seabed beneath one of the oil derricks, J.D. assembled a school of large, bright blue bubblefish around the top of the wellhole—more than two hundred of these fish. Customarily, they were used to form bubble tube enclosures to take human recruits down to the depths of the ocean to visit Moanna. Now, however, they were supposed to use their unique linked membrane and powerful jaws to form a tight seal around the wellhead—so that it did not leak oil into the water when the drilling rig was detached from it.
    That would be the first phase of their usefulness.
    For the second phase of preventing an oil leak, J.D. had kept more of the creatures in reserve. This species had dense-bodies and shape-shifting abilities that would enable them to form a long mass with their combined bodies (looking like an extinct, giant torpedo eel) that could dive down into the wellhole, plugging it and permanently stopping the flow—sacrificing their lives in the process, if it worked. Back in San Francisco Bay, J.D. Watts had practiced with all of the maneuvers that he would need, and both he and Gwyneth were confident that everything would work.
    The sabotage did not have to be perfect, because oil seeping from the ocean floor was a natural occurrence—but they did want to prevent an environmental disaster that would reflect badly on the Sea Warriors. It was a risk going on this mission at all, but a necessary one—not only to disrupt American commerce, but to make a bold comment against the exploitation of resources in the seas, including offshore oil drilling.
    When the bubblefish were in place, forming a tight membrane on the sides of the underwater drill mechanism, Gwyneth left J.D. below to supervise his phase of the operation, and she surfaced with a force of various whales, sunfish, whale sharks, and other creatures. At sunset, she sat atop yet another blue whale and ordered it to trumpet loudly. It did so, making the loudest noise of any marine animal in the world. Moments later, Gwyneth’s floating attack force advanced on the oil rig, some of them on the surface, some of them directly beneath her—and there were more underwater on the opposite side—all to put pressure on two sides of the support structure, as needed, and break it loose.
    Men on the rig saw the attackers coming on Gwyneth’s side—a huge floating mass of blubber and flesh on the surface of the ocean—and they shouted in confusion to one another, not sure what to do. Alarms sounded.
    Gwyneth drew near the rig, and from her perch she shouted: “You have ten minutes to evacuate this platform, before we destroy it.”
    Two of the men had handguns drawn, but they didn’t fire them or even point them. It was obvious that they could do little with small-caliber weapons against so many creatures, and they didn’t even know about the additional animals she had underwater. A mad scramble ensued on the rig’s platform, and they lowered small power boats into the water, boarded them, and sped off.
    Using the huge mass of marine life arrayed around and beneath her on this side, Gwyneth pressed the noses of the largest whales against one side of the rig, while using others underwater to help tilt it in the desired direction. Finally, it broke loose from the seabed and tipped over, dangling wires, tubes, and torn steel.
    While swimming along the coast to get here, Gwyneth had come up with an additional idea, and she hoped it worked. With the tall rig on its side, she ordered various marine animals to prevent it from the sinking. Underwater, the bubblefish sealed the wellhead quickly, containing any leak and then driving a dense mass of their bodies down into the wellhole, a mass that