pulled him under.
As the pair struggled they started to sink. Skip managed to draw the hand wielding the knife clear of Marcus and with one quick jab, stuck the knife into Marcus's abdomen. All the resistance Marcus had been putting up suddenly ceased as his body went limp. A cloud of red began to seep out around them. Skip pushed Marcus away and watched his lifeless body disappear below as he rose to the surface.
He immediately rushed for the zodiac, which now had very little air in it but was still useful for a floating device. Skip unhooked the engine so it wouldn't pull the deflated zodiac under and then rested.
He was exhausted.
In the distance he saw another zodiac approaching. Focusing hard he could tell the figure in the zodiac was not Storm.
* * *
Beau could see the remains of the zodiac and just passed that a body floating face down in the water. He was starting to feel faint, his legs were going numb. He slowed the zodiac, pulling it up next to the body, which was shirtless.
The next thing Beau knew he was in the water, he felt a large knife being stuck into him, repeatedly, and was overcome with a sudden rush of terror followed by calm and a sense of peace.
Beau was dead before Skip stuck the knife in for the fourth time. He pushed the bloodied corpse away from him and climbed into the zodiac, gasping for air. He sat silently for a brief moment and then realized something must have happened to Storm for Beau to have escaped. It suddenly occurred to him he could see or hear no Black Hawk in the sky.
Skip started the engine on Beau’s zodiac and headed in the direction Beau had just come from. He had to find his friend.
* * *
He found him floating on his back, still as could be, a survival technique that was taught at the school. Skip yelled to Storm who immediately responded.
"Skip, mate, thank god."
"What the hell happened man, where's the chopper?"
"Gone."
"Where?"
"Two thousand leagues under the sea. Pilot, too! The son of a bitch fired a R.P.G at us. Who the Christ has R.P.G's out here?"
"The Legion." Skip answered and added: "Well if it makes you feel any better that dickhead got what was coming to him...several times."
Skip helped Storm into the zodiac. He stripped the dive tank off his back then leaned against the side.
"What do we do now?" Storm asked.
"Gotta get in touch with Ice, let him know he's gonna have company down there. Did you see those other's dive off the zods before we got there?"
"Yeah, there’s only one problem. My radio doesn't work. It must have been damaged in the crash. We're all alone out here mate, just you, me and the deep blue sea."
Skip shook his head in frustration. He had no idea what to do. They only had one set of dive equipment, and no radio. He couldn't find Ice and the team's exact location without knowing his current coordinates.
"There's only one thing we can do mate. We gotta go back to the ship."
"We can restock, recharge our batteries and head back out." Storm agreed.
And with that Skip pointed the zodiac north and headed for home.
19
Descending side by side Ice, Jordan, Roo and Ghost all had thoughts of the two men above in the Black Hawk. Listening over the Black Hawk's radio frequency they had heard gunfire.
Then there had been nothing but silence.
Ice had attempted to contact both Skip and Storm repeatedly to no avail. As much as Ice wanted to turn around and go searching for his men he knew it was pointless.
Using the A-12's the group made a steady, controlled dive towards the formations below. Their eyes darting from side to side; Roo dropped back to the rear and watched for anything that might sneak up from behind. They were still on edge from the morning dive. Jordan couldn't get the theme music from the movie "JAWS" out of her head. The SEALs all had thoughts of Shooter at one time or another during those first fifteen minutes and also now had to wonder about their other team members while carrying on with what seemed to
As the pair struggled they started to sink. Skip managed to draw the hand wielding the knife clear of Marcus and with one quick jab, stuck the knife into Marcus's abdomen. All the resistance Marcus had been putting up suddenly ceased as his body went limp. A cloud of red began to seep out around them. Skip pushed Marcus away and watched his lifeless body disappear below as he rose to the surface.
He immediately rushed for the zodiac, which now had very little air in it but was still useful for a floating device. Skip unhooked the engine so it wouldn't pull the deflated zodiac under and then rested.
He was exhausted.
In the distance he saw another zodiac approaching. Focusing hard he could tell the figure in the zodiac was not Storm.
* * *
Beau could see the remains of the zodiac and just passed that a body floating face down in the water. He was starting to feel faint, his legs were going numb. He slowed the zodiac, pulling it up next to the body, which was shirtless.
The next thing Beau knew he was in the water, he felt a large knife being stuck into him, repeatedly, and was overcome with a sudden rush of terror followed by calm and a sense of peace.
Beau was dead before Skip stuck the knife in for the fourth time. He pushed the bloodied corpse away from him and climbed into the zodiac, gasping for air. He sat silently for a brief moment and then realized something must have happened to Storm for Beau to have escaped. It suddenly occurred to him he could see or hear no Black Hawk in the sky.
Skip started the engine on Beau’s zodiac and headed in the direction Beau had just come from. He had to find his friend.
* * *
He found him floating on his back, still as could be, a survival technique that was taught at the school. Skip yelled to Storm who immediately responded.
"Skip, mate, thank god."
"What the hell happened man, where's the chopper?"
"Gone."
"Where?"
"Two thousand leagues under the sea. Pilot, too! The son of a bitch fired a R.P.G at us. Who the Christ has R.P.G's out here?"
"The Legion." Skip answered and added: "Well if it makes you feel any better that dickhead got what was coming to him...several times."
Skip helped Storm into the zodiac. He stripped the dive tank off his back then leaned against the side.
"What do we do now?" Storm asked.
"Gotta get in touch with Ice, let him know he's gonna have company down there. Did you see those other's dive off the zods before we got there?"
"Yeah, there’s only one problem. My radio doesn't work. It must have been damaged in the crash. We're all alone out here mate, just you, me and the deep blue sea."
Skip shook his head in frustration. He had no idea what to do. They only had one set of dive equipment, and no radio. He couldn't find Ice and the team's exact location without knowing his current coordinates.
"There's only one thing we can do mate. We gotta go back to the ship."
"We can restock, recharge our batteries and head back out." Storm agreed.
And with that Skip pointed the zodiac north and headed for home.
19
Descending side by side Ice, Jordan, Roo and Ghost all had thoughts of the two men above in the Black Hawk. Listening over the Black Hawk's radio frequency they had heard gunfire.
Then there had been nothing but silence.
Ice had attempted to contact both Skip and Storm repeatedly to no avail. As much as Ice wanted to turn around and go searching for his men he knew it was pointless.
Using the A-12's the group made a steady, controlled dive towards the formations below. Their eyes darting from side to side; Roo dropped back to the rear and watched for anything that might sneak up from behind. They were still on edge from the morning dive. Jordan couldn't get the theme music from the movie "JAWS" out of her head. The SEALs all had thoughts of Shooter at one time or another during those first fifteen minutes and also now had to wonder about their other team members while carrying on with what seemed to
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