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ks。　He　made　a　few　sketches　on　a　pad　of　paper　and　sat　back　in　his　chair；　a　smug　smile　on　his　face。　He　had　figured　out　a　way　to　set　onto　the　Ataman　Explorer。　It　was　a　long　shot　and　depended　on　how　close　he　could　get　to　it　The　vessel　would　run　for　cover　at　the　first　sight　of　a　NUMA　ship。　He　thought　about　the　problem　for　a　few　minutes；　recalling　his　Black　Sea　experience　with　Captain　Kemal；　then　picked　up　his　phone；　called　Yaeger　and　asked　where　Jenkins　was。
　
　〃Doc　Reed　is　giving　him　the　NUMA　VIP　tour。　He's　offered　to　put　Jenkins　up　for　the　night　before　he　catches　a　plane　back　to　Maine　tomorrow。〃
　〃See　if　you　can　track　them　down　and　give　me　a　call。〃　Austin's　phone　rang　a　few　minutes　later。　Austin　outlined　his　plan　to　Jenkins；　making　no　effort　to　soft　pedal　its　possible　dangers。　Jenkins　didn't　hesitate　for　a　second。　When　Austin　was　through　describing　his　wild　scheme；　Jenkins　said；　〃I'll　do　anything　you　can　think　of　to　get　back　at　the　bums　who　ruined　my　town。〃
　
　Austin　told　Jenkins　to　enjoy　his　tour　while　he　made　a　few　phone　calls。　The　first　call　was　to　the　NUMA　transportation　section　to　see　if　fast　transportation　was　available。　The　second　was　to　the　Trout's　Georgetown　town　house。　Gamay　had　left　a　message　saying　she　and　Paul　were　home　from　Istanbul　and　were　standing　by　for　orders。　Austin　got　Paul　on　the　phone　and　brought　him　up　to　date。
　
　In　the　meantime；　Jenkins　started　calling　those　local　fishermen　whose　boats　were　still　afloat　and　asked　if　they　would　like　to　do　a　job。　At　Austin's　suggestion；　Jenkins　told　the　fishermen　that　NUMA　needed　their　boats　for　a　deep…ocean　species　study。　As　a　bonus；　the　substantial　sums　they　were　being　paid　would　be　matched　by　no…strings　grants　to　get　their　port　back　into　shape　without　going　through　the　usual　government　red　tape。
　
　Jenkins　had　no　trouble　recruiting　fishermen；　and　when　the　Kestrel　left　port　shortly　after　dawn；　six　other　lobster　boats　and　trawlers　trailed　behind　him　single…file。　Charlie　Howes　had　insisted　on　going　along；　and　Jenkins　was　glad　to　have　him。　The　chief　had　trapped　lobsters　for　a　living　before　joining　the　police　department　and　hadn't　lost　his　sea　sense。
　
　The　fishing　fleet　passed　the　rock…ribbed　promontory　that　gave　the　town　its　name；　and　entered　the　open　ocean。　The　sea　was　a　bright　bottle　green。　Only　a　few　whispery　cirrus　clouds　marred　the　azure　sky；　and　the　breeze　was　a　gentle　westerly。　The　line　of　boats　plodded　east；　then　south；　climbing　the　rolling　swells　and　sliding　down　the　other　sides　in　an　easy　rhythm。　Periodically；　Gamay　called　from　NUMA　headquarters　with　the　Ataman　Explorer's　position　as　seen　by　satellite。
　
　Austin　penciled　the　positions　on　a　chart　of　the　Gulf　of　Maine；　the　expansive　stretch　of　water　between　the　long　Maine　coast　and　the　curving　arm　of　Cape　Cod。　The　ship　seemed　to　be　moving　in　a　big；　lazy　circle。　Austin　guessed　it　was　in　a　holding　pattern。　Gamay　used　a　simple　code　so　anyone　listening　would　think　they　were　hearing　fishermen's　chatter。　Jenkins　and　Howes　politely　ignored　Gamay's　butchering　of　the　Maine　dialect。　But　when　the　voice　that　over　the　speaker　said；　〃Catching　some　good　haaadik　floundah　soweast　of　my　last　set；　ayup；〃　they　could　remain　silent　no　longer。
　
　〃Ayup？〃　Jenkins　cringed。　〃Did　she　say；　'ayup'？〃
　
　Howes　shook　his　head。　〃I've　lived　Down　East　my　whole　life；　and　I've　never　heard　anyone　say　'ayup。'　Wouldn't　know　what　it　means。〃
　
　Trout　suppressed　a　smile。　Mumbling　an　apology；　he　explained　that　Gamay　had　seen　too　many　episodes　of　Murder；　She　Wrote；　which　had　been　set　in　the　Hollywood　version　of　a　Maine　town。　Jenkins　cut　him　off。　With　clear　excitement　in　his　voice；　he　pointed　to　a　large　blip　on　the　radar　screen。　'〃There　she　is。　No　doubt　about　it。〃
　
　Austin；　who　was　leaning　over　his　shoulder；　looked　at　the　target　to　the　southeast。　〃Ayup；〃　he　said。
　
　Jenkins　gunned　the　throttle；　picking　up　speed。　The　other　boats　did　the　same。　It　was　more　than　a　matter　of　impatience。　Jenkins　wasn't　lulled　by　the　playfulness　of　the　sea。　He　had　been　studying　the　fetch；　the　distance　between　waves；　with　an　experienced　eye；　assessing　the　situation　as　a　fisherman　and　a　scientist。　〃We've　got　some　weather　ing　in。〃　he　said。
　
　Austin　said；　〃I've　been　listening　to　the　NOAA　report　on　the　radio。〃
　〃I　don't　need　the　squawking　of　a　puter…generated　voice　to　tell　me　there's　a　storm　on　the　way；〃　Jenkins　said；　with　a　grin。　〃You　just　have　to　know　how　to　read　the　signs。〃
　
　Since　leaving　port；　Jenkins　had　watched　the　clouds　gather　and　thicken　and　the　sea　spectrum　shift　to　an　oily　gray。　The　breeze　had　moved　a　couple　of　pass　points　to　the　east。　〃If　we　get　our　work　here　done　quickly；　we　can　get　back　to　port　ahead　of　the　storm。　Problem　is　that　if　the　sea　and　the　wind　kick　up；　it　could　be　dangerous　hauling　back　on　our　net。〃
　〃I　understand；〃　Austin　said。　〃Paul　and　I　will　get　ready。〃
　〃Might　be　a　good　idea。〃　Chief　Howes　said；　his　easygoing　voice　gaining　an　uncharacteristic　tautness。　〃We've　got　pany。〃
　
　The　chief　was　pointing　at　a　huge；　dark　shape　that　loomed　from　the　gathering　fog。　As　the　amorphous　mass　grew　closer；　it　lost　its　spectral　aspect；　and　the　lines　that　had　been　softened　by　the　vaporous　mists　hardened　into　the　silhouette　of　a　very　large　ship。　The　vessel　was　pletely　black；　from　the　waterline　to　the　top　of　the　single　funnel　protruding　from　the　high　superstructure。　Derricks　and　cranes　bristled　from　the　deck　like　the　quills　on　a　porcupine。　The　dull；　light…absorbing　paint　made　the　ship　hard　to　see　and　gave　it　an　evil；　brooding　aspect　that　wasn't　lost　on　the　other　fishermen。
　
　The　radio　crackled　with　excited　voices。　One　fisherman　said；　〃Jeez；　Roy；　what's　that　thing？　Looks　like　a　floating　hearse。〃
　
　〃Hearse；〃　said　another　voice。　〃Looks　like　the　whole　damned　funeral　parlor。〃
　
　Austin　smiled　at　the　chatter。　Anyone　listening　to　the　ments　would　know　they　hadn't　been　rehearsed。　Jenkins　warned　his　fellow　fishermen　to　keep　a　sharp　eye　out　so　they　wouldn't　be　run　down。　They　didn't　have　to　be　told　twice　and　gave　the　monster　ship　a　wide　berth。　Austin　estimated　the　ship's　speed　at　around　ten　knots。
　
　The　Ataman　Explorer　seemed　to　slow　as　it　came　nearer。　A　dot　detached　itself　from　the　deck。　The　speck　grew　larger；　buzzing　like　a　hornet　stirred　from　its　nest。　Moments　later；　the　black　helicopter　flew　low　over　the　fishing　fleet。　Jenkins　and　Howes　gave　the　aircraft　a　friendly　wave。　The　chopper　circled　the　fishing　fleet　a　few　times；　then　headed　back　to　the　ship。
　
　From　inside　the　pilothouse；　where　he　and　Trout　were　donning　their　scuba　gear；　Austin　watched　the　departing　aircraft　with　calm　eyes。
　
　〃Guess　we　passed　inspection；〃　Austin　said。
　
　〃That　was　a　lot　friendlier　than　the　reception　Gamay　and　I　got　when　we　poked　around　Ataman's　property　in　Novorossiysk。〃
　〃You　can　thank　Jenkins　for　that。　It　was　his　idea　to　have　lots　of　witnesses　so　Ataman　would　stay　on　the　straight　and　narrow。〃
　
　Austin　was　glad　that　he　had　listened　to　Jenkins　when　he'd　asked　if　he'd　be　willing　to　offer　his　services。　Jenkins　pointed　out　that　there　was　safety　in　numbers。　Since　the　vessel　was　sitting　in　prime　fishing　grounds；　it　was　not　all　that　suspicious　for　boats　to　be　trawling　in　the　area。　In　fact；　Austin　could　see　a　half　dozen　fishing　boats　tending　their　nets　on　the　way　out。
　
　Austin　had　based　his　plan　on　the　successful　infiltration　of　the　sub　base　from　Captain　Kemal's　fishing　boat。　Penetrating　the　sub　pens　had　been　easy　pared　with　what　he　had　in　mind　now。　Unlike　the　scruffy　Cossacks；　who　were　more　interested　in　playing　people　polo　than　standing　guard；　watchful　and　well…armed　sentries　would　be　manning　the　Ataman　vessel。
　
　Then　Austin　caught　the　break　he　was　looking　for。　The　ship　plowed　to　a　stop　and　floated　dead　in　the　water。　Jenkins　ran　his　boat　as　a　trawler　when　he　wasn't　going　after　lobsters；　and　it　was　fitted　out　with　a　drumlike　stem　hauler　to　handle　the　net。　With　the　help　of　the　chief；　he　got　the　net　in　the　water。　Then　the　Kestrel　got　under　way　again　and　made　a　sweep　by　one　side　of　the　ship；　a　hundred　yards　off。　The　maneuver　gave　those　on　the　ship　a　chance　to　inspect　the　fishing　boat　at　close　range。　What　they　didn't　see　were　the　two　divers　hanging　off　the　opposite　side　of　the　boat。
　
　After　traveling　about　halfway