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A #1 New York Times Bestselling Author -- Filled with the boundless invention unique to Clive Cussler, this is one of the most thrilling novels yet from the grand master of adventure...In the middle of the Indian Ocean, a NUMA research vessel is taking water samples at sunset when a crew member spots a sheen of black oil ahead of them. But it?s not oil. A swarm of black particles suddenly attacks the ship, killing everyone aboard while the ship goes up in flames. A few hours later, Kurt Austin and Joe Zavala are on their way there, and what they find will lead them to the most audacious scheme they have ever encountered.
save the day. And with the breach as wide as it is, that shouldn’t take more than a few hours.” The supervisor nodded. “It’s possible,” he said, sounding like he didn’t want to get ahead of himself. Major Edo pointed to something else, something Joe hadn’t seen before. A small geyser farther down below. All but lost in the greater flood, it was blasting outward like a water feature in some ornate garden. The spray soared and fanned into a fine mist that caught the illumination from the
If it snapped, he would sink to the bottom like a stone and probably be excavated in a thousand years or so, only to baffle future archaeologists. Joe had no desire to be part of the Valley of the Dead. All he wanted to do was to stop the dam from being washed away. If he and the supervisor were right, the main breach was containable, and while disastrous, especially for those close to the dam, it was not cataclysmic. It would widen, perhaps to the full width of the dam, but the clay core and
Gamay shook her head. “None of my equipment was strong enough to tell us. But they had a microscope on board. Once Joe got its power on, we photographed the samples. Whatever it is, it’s moving.” “Moving?” Kurt repeated. “What do you mean moving?” “It’s not inert,” she said. “The carbon and the residue are still, but something on or within the residue is still active. Whatever it is, it’s so small, we can’t make it out under a microscope.” The news seemed to make Leilani uncomfortable. Kurt
happened? Did the old man get it or not?” Otero gestured to the blank screens. “You tell me. Obviously I can see only what you see. So how would I know?” While Matson stared, Otero ran through the reboot program, hoping to get a signal from the construction robots. At the same time an alarm began flashing on the island’s schematic display. “Water in the forward lab,” Otero said. Suddenly, he understood what happened. “The compartment’s flooded. Marchetti’s picture window must have fractured.”
came. As Joe listened to the sound of the engine and the sound of the shouting voices, he detected an echo. He noticed the smooth ground beneath them after bouncing so long on the desert road and the fact that the truck’s engine had been shut off for the first time. I’m in a warehouse. That meant civilization: computers, phone lines and running water. Maybe even a Coke machine in a break room somewhere. A smile crept over his face. When the lights of the next truck inched up tight and then