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|tonym5||Posted on Aug 3 2007, 03:41 AM|
|"Red Tide" she said before slipping into unconsciousness.|
|tonym5||Posted on Jul 24 2007, 06:05 AM|
|Despite the fiery pain in his groin he pounced on top of her to keep her on the floor. He looked at her and saw the she was semi-conscious. Again he said, "Why?"|
|tonym5||Posted on Jul 24 2007, 06:03 AM|
|"Why?" rattled Dirk's voice. Before the wrench fell she kicked him near the groin and despite the growing pain he reached out again and grabbed her hair as she spun around to try and run back up the steps. He pulled and her legs flew up off the first step and she fell onto her back.|
|tonym5||Posted on Jul 24 2007, 05:58 AM|
|"Sure thing, miss" said Dirk as he and Al leaped onto her boat and ran down the steps into the engine room and spotted where the leak was and scoured the rest of the engine room and found a pump to activate the draining of water from the vessel. The woman came up silently behind them and hit Al first with the biggest wrench Dirk could catch from the periphery of his vision and moved quickly to avoid the crushing blow but was still hit squarely and spun around to grab her forearms and squeezed hard as the pain surged through him.|
|Riyukco||Posted on May 22 2007, 07:47 PM|
|The beautiful blonde looked up at the zodiac. She put on a bashful smile and siad to the two men. "Could you boys help me I think my boat is sinking?"|
|Owen Ruger||Posted on May 17 2007, 02:11 PM|
| “Without decompression stops we’ll have about a ten minute window to search the lakebed, not a problem since we have a narrow area to check.” Pitt explained, “I’m more concerned with the temperatures, lakes are notorious for thermal clines.”
Twenty minutes later Al and Dirk were skipping across the lake on small black rubber and fiberglass zodiac boat. They were both wearing barrowed red and black Harvey dry suits and brought along silver aluminum 80 air tanks. Goirdino steadied himself at the rear of the boat and held the throttle open as the boat jumped the wake of a passing vessel. Dirk glanced up briefly from the hard landing and then returned to checking the dive gear as casual as ever.
Suddenly the small zodiac slowed and then abruptly turned to the starboard, Dirk looked up a Goirdino and then in the new direction. Thirty feet ahead sat a 22 foot ski boat that was listing close to 12 degrees. Standing on the bow of the sinking boat was a young woman in a red bikini waving franticly. Both Dirk and Al were mesmerized by the woman’s beauty; she appeared to be in her early twenties, fare skinned and close to six feet with long legs worthy of a model contract. Her blonde hair flowed in large curls over her shoulders and partly covered a pair breast that fought gallantly to escape the confines of the bikini top.
Dirk looked back to Al and noticed a smile appearing on the broad shouldered Italian’s face, “So what did you notice first? The listing boat or the blonde?”
Goirdino shrugged, “it’s the small things in life that make a man happy.”
“Careful you don’t bite off more than you can chew my friend.” Replied Pitt as they closed in on the sinking boat.
|Riyukco||Posted on May 16 2007, 05:33 PM|
|"Hey, wait. Isn't 125 feet a little deep for scuba diving?" asked Miles.|
|Owen Ruger||Posted on May 16 2007, 02:02 PM|
| “What’s all this?” asked Dirk as they walked along the dock and observed several NUMA deckhands preparing the fleet to depart.
“After the attack, Admiral Sandecker ordered the ships out of the lake and into the Elliot Bay.” Miles responded.
“Makes sense since all of the attacks have occurred in the lake,” Goirdino mentioned then paused at the bow of a small research vessel that was dry-docked, “is this it?”
“Yes, most of the damage is along the port side. As you can see here, the holes are perfectly round as if cut by a laser, accept there are no burn marks to back that up.”
Dirk looked closer and inspected the damages, “Has anyone pulled apart the cabin floor to look at the holes from the back?”
“No not yet, the furthest down we inspected was the engine compartment and the bilge pumps. Why do see something we missed?”
“Maybe, it’s just a hunch. But, if there are matching holes or burn marks that didn’t penetrate the cabin flooring and we match those to the boats location during the attack…”
Goirdino saw the light and finished Dirk’s train of thought, “then we can get the trajectory and the location of what was attacking.”
“Exactly.” Dirk said while running a finger around the edges of a hole.
Two crowbars and three hours later, Al and Dirk had the cabin floor completely removed and revealed several burn marks that matched the diameter of the holes. They quickly calculated the angles and then returned to Miles’ office to consolidate the research vessel’s location and depth of the water.
“Interesting, according to the numbers, someone started shooting some type of laser at the research vessel from a fixed location 125 feet deep, here,” Dirk proclaimed as he tapped his finger on a freshly circled spot. “Do you mind if Al and I steal a zodiac and some dive gear for the afternoon?”
Miles grinned and threw up his hands in a mocked protest, “you’re the boss”
|Riyukco||Posted on May 1 2007, 02:02 PM|
|The three men left the office and headed down to the nearby docks. When they got there the dock, it was a flurry of activity.|
|Owen Ruger||Posted on May 1 2007, 01:53 PM|
| Every inch of the office’s walls was covered with maritime history of the Puget Sound, and no shelf space was left unoccupied. Old black and white pictures of downtown Seattle hung and depicted a quaint logging town with dirt roads, perched next to it was a faded black and white picture of Chief Seattle, the Native American the Emerald City was named after. Nearby, hung colored pictures of various hydroplanes racing during several Seafairs, each one autographed. Along the windows and on the office floor sat miscellaneous maritime items that ranged from Japanese glass floats to an old and rust anchor chain.
As Dirk and Al stepped into the office, a wiry man wearing a purple and gold University of Washington shirt and worn down blue jeans stepped around an over crowded desk with an open smile. He stood close to six-two and sported a high-n-tight hair cut with stark white hair and a matching mustache. They both glanced around the room with an impressed look and neither spoke until the tall man broke the silence. “Mr. Pitt, Mr. Giordino, welcome to Seattle,” extending an open hand to Pitt, “I’m Allen Miles.”
“Thanks for the welcome Allen, quite the collection you have here.” Dirk commented while shaking Allen’s hand.
“Yes, it’s a family tradition that goes as far back as my great-grandfather. He was fisherman off of Vancouver Island and started keeping all of the odds and ends that he would find in the water. Then my grandfather brought the collection here to Seattle when he became a US citizen. It didn’t surge in size however until my father, who was a high school history teacher, started actively collecting items during the summer breaks. After he passed away, I naturally picked it up and with the help of NUMA, you have what is here before you.”
“This is an interesting piece,” Giordino mentioned while examining a tribal wooden carving of orcas and a man as the dorsal fin, “what is it?”
“Ahh yes, one of my favorite pieces, it’s a scale replica of a stone carving NUMA discovered in the San Juan’s a few years ago. Darnedest thing that stone carving, dam mystery I’ve yet to figure out. We found it during a research dive off of Center Island in 60 feet of water. Its twenty feet in length and ten feet in width—must way a ton. The native tribe in the area had no record of it and to this day no one can figure out how it got there.”
“I think I remember hearing about that.” Dirk commented while glancing over several pictures. “I could spend hours admiring your family’s collection, but if you don’t mind? Could we go over what has been taking place along the water front?”
“Sure, sure, no problem; It’s mostly been affecting the local fishing companies. Someone has been poking holes in their boats while they’re docked. There have been a few boat fires and a dock fire, but nothing affecting NUMA until four days ago. We had a small research vessel conducting side-scan sonar training near the locks when she started to take on water. Luckily she made it to shallow water before we lost her; during the investigation we found that she had several large hole bored into the hull.”
“Diver?” asked Giordino.
“Not unless he can swim fast enough to catch the research vessel and stay with her long enough to do the damage, there were seventeen holes bored clean through.”
“What about a sub of some sort?” Suggested Dirk.
“We jumped to that conclusion too, but nothing was picked up on the sonar the Navy conducted a check of the lake for us without a result.”
Dirk looked out of the office window and watched several small sail boats skimming across the lake and several other boats going about their business. He could grow to enjoy Seattle with it's vast waterfronts and maritime history, as well as an abundance of diving locations. The sun was out and only a few clouds meandered westward in the direction of the Olympics. Dirk glanced over to Allen, “is the damaged research vessel still in dry dock?”
“Yes, we haven’t touched it since the initial investigation. Follow me and I’ll take you to her.” Allen stated as he led the way out of his office and down to the docks.
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