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Author: Ivy Rogers
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The evening wound down with dessert and after-dinner drinks that Derick barely touched, too focused on processing everything he'd observed about the regional hierarchy and the casual way these people discussed corruption as if it were simply business as usual. Elena stayed close, deflecting several attempts by main table guests to pull her into their conversations and maintaining her chosen position at the newcomers table with the kind of stubborn grace that Derick found himself admiring.

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  • Chapter 188

    "What about Sterling?" Jackson asked, looking toward the private elevator on the far bulkhead.Derick didn't answer right away. He walked over to the elevator doors.The heavy steel panels were warped from the electrical blast that had torn through the ship’s power trunks. Derick jammed the pointed end of his iron key into the rubber seam between the doors, leaned his shoulder into it, and pried them open three inches.He peered into the dark shaft.The private submersible cradle at the bottom of the shaft was empty. The water inside the escape tube was churning with cold sea foam."He's gone," Derick said, stepping back from the doors. "He released his pod the moment the casing sheared. He's three hundred feet down, heading for international waters on battery power.""Let him run," Maya said, pushing herself up from the wet deck. "His drill ship is a smoking wreck. Westbrook is bankrupt. Apex Aegis is disbanded. The Geneva contr

  • Chapter 187

    In the center of the valve bonnet sat a recessed iron spindle—a square, four-sided shaft, four inches across, dark, cold, and utterly untouched by the digital computers humming on the bridge above."It’s seized," Maya panted, wiping the stinging hydraulic oil from her eyes. "Look at the collar. The locking teeth are coated in fifty years of marine scale. Even if the key fits, no human arms can turn a four-inch spindle against that kind of salt encrustation!""The key doesn't need to turn the spindle," Derick said, standing up. "The key is the wedge."He reached into his heavy waxed coat, pulled out his nineteenth-century cast-iron water key, and looked at the ancient crossbar handle. The square socket at the base was an exact match for the spindle, but Derick did not try to seat it over the shaft.Instead, he flipped the tool upside down.He jammed the pointed iron foot of the handle directly behind the main shear wedge—a massive, three-h

  • Chapter 186

    The countdown clock on the central bulkhead did not tick. It blinked with a silent, surgical precision, cutting away the seconds in brilliant crimson strokes that reflected across the wet steel grating of the moon pool deck.[GLOBAL SEISMIC RELEASE: 00:74][CORE PRESSURE: CRITICAL][MANUAL ABORT IMPOSSIBLE: LOGIC DISENGAGED]Beneath their feet, the dark water of the open moon pool was boiling without heat. Thick, blinding azure light surged up through forty feet of open Atlantic sea, turning the riveted iron hull of the submerged Goubet II into a black silhouette resting in a pool of liquid neon. High-frequency electrical energy screamed through the metal deck, setting off tiny, sharp sparks that jumped between the eyelets of Derick’s work boots."Hold the hammer, Jackson," Derick repeated, his voice dropping into that deep, rhythmic cadence that sounded more like an engine idling than a man facing the end of the world.Jackson didn't ask questions. He lunged forward, his wet sneakers

  • Chapter 185

    Jackson immediately froze, his legs burning with lactic acid, his breath catching in his throat.The Goubet II drifted forward on its own momentum, gliding silently through the freezing black water like a drowned whale, slipping directly beneath the wide, dark shadow of the drill ship's twin hulls.The bright sweep of an underwater searchlight passed directly over their tiny glass port. For three terrifying seconds, the interior of their iron tube was illuminated with blinding, crystal-clear white light.Jackson held his breath, expecting the deafening CLANG of an automated torpedo launch at any instant.The light moved on.The sensors saw only an old piece of round iron drifting forty feet down on the natural tidal current."We are directly beneath the central moon pool," Derick whispered, looking straight up through the glass port at an open, illuminated square of water inside the belly of the ship.A heavy steel acces

  • Chapter 184

    Jackson swallowed hard. The image of Kendi’s face—dusty, bleeding, smiling through her tears in the Nairobi signal hut—flashed through his mind with searing clarity. He remembered her hands, raw and greased, holding the wooden T-bar of the rail trolley. She hadn't quit when the helicopter flew over the grass. She hadn't dropped the key when the drone opened fire on the roof. Jackson took a deep breath of the freezing French air, pulled his waterproof pack tight around his shoulders, and stepped forward into the mud. "Show me where the crank is," Jackson said. Ten minutes later, the round, heavy bronze hatch of the Goubet II slammed shut with a muffled, hollow CLANK. The interior of the iron vessel was tiny, narrow, and freezing cold. There were no seats—only two narrow wooden benches bolted to the curved iron ribs of the hull. Derick sat on the forward bench, his massive shoulders barely fitting between the c

  • Chapter 183

    Samuel climbed next, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Kendi followed right on his heels, her boots kicking free of the warm, sulfuric water just as a violent tremor tore through the subterranean vault.CRACK-BOOM!The massive concrete intake wall behind them—the sixty-year-old monument that had survived decades of floods—split down the middle with the sound of a shattering mountain. A torrent of scalding mud and hissing steam geysered twenty feet into the air, slamming against the curved ceiling of the pipe.Kendi reached up, grabbed the edge of the surface hatch with both hands, and hauled herself out into the dusty wooden railway shed just as the concrete shaft beneath her collapsed into a churning vortex of boiling mud.They tumbled out onto the wooden floorboards of the shed.Above them, the night sky over the African scrubland was no longer dark. It was glowing with an eerie, sickly violet light—the sky filled with piezoelectric ch

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