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Man, caaam aahhn , will you. Don’t make me have to beg you.”
    I knew Smith had no intention of and wouldn’t beg, period.
    McElroy shook his head. “I don’t think any of the rest of us are divers, Brett,” he said. “It was kind of a rich man’s pastime back in Belfast, you know.”
    O’Neil and Hannigen were both staring at me as though they were expecting a favorable answer.
    “Hey, guys, I’ve never worn a damn wetsuit in my life. I don’t know shit about scuba diving,” I protested in an overly loud voice.
    “Don’t worry about it, kid. I’ll run you through it,” Smith said, gripping my shoulder. “I haven’t been diving since I was in the Corps so I’m a little rusty myself but I’m sure it’ll be okay. Trust me.” He winked at me with a slight smirk on his face.
    I breathed a deep sigh. “Here we go again.”
    I reluctantly followed Smith down below decks to the diving store, where they kept all the appropriate gear. The room was nothing more than a steel plated locker room with large gray colored cabinets, housing tightly packed rubber suits, masks and air tanks. The enclosed space stunk of old seawater, sweat and musty rubber. 
    Smith began rummaging around inside the lockers, picking out wetsuits for our differing sizes. I took a quick peek back out into the corridor beyond the lockers to check nobody was in earshot.
    “Smith, tell me honestly,” I said. “Why the hell do you want me to come down under the sea with you?”
    Smith tossed me a black rubber suit that hit me full in the face. I sincerely hoped it hadn’t started my nose bleeding again.
    He gave a slight shrug. “I don’t know. I figured you could use a little action. Get you off this damn ship awhile. Besides, we haven’t teamed up for some time and it might be good to spend some time together. Just you and me again, kid.” He flashed me a broad, unconvincing smile.
    “Seriously?” I sighed.
    The smile dropped from his face like a missile falling from a fighter jet. “Look, I need somebody I can trust to watch my back, kid. The Irish guys are dedicated but I’m not sure I can still rely on them one hundred percent. It’s a different thing when we’re all running about the land, armed up and shooting at bad guys or dead guys. We all have a common cause. But when things are really tight, I’m not sure they’ll still be there at my side. You will. I know that for a fact.”
    I didn’t know if Smith was bullshitting me just to make me feel pumped up or if he genuinely meant what he said.
    “I appreciate what you’re saying, Smith,” I said. “But this is diving in the sea. Shit, people get the fucking bends or whatever you call it from going underwater and not knowing what the fuck they’re doing.”
    Smith screwed up his face and dismissively flapped a hand at me. “That only happens when jerks come up too fast. Besides, we ‘aint even going down that deep. It’s a few goddamn feet down in the shallows. You can virtually see the bottom from the side of the ship. It’ll be more like snorkeling at the beach. Remember doing that?”
    I shook my head. “I’m still not happy about this situation, Smith.”
    “Ah, come on, kid. Grow a pair will you. Besides, you’ll love it down there.” He grinned again. “It’ll be fun.”
    My eyes instinctively widened. “Seriously?”
    Smith tossed the wetsuit he was holding over his shoulder. “Okay, kid. We’ll take the gear we need out from the lockers and I’ll run you through the basics of diving.”
    We hauled equipment from various lockers and piled it in the center of the room. Smith explained in typical Brooklyn detail about the assorted jumble of paraphernalia in front of us.
    “ Ya take this fukin’ mouthpiece and blah blah blah …”
    “ The air tanks hold so much fuckin’ air …”
    “ Do this…don’t freakin’ do that … yakety fuckin’ yak …”
    My head swam but I forced myself to take onboard as much information as my brain could