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Charlie clambered over to Jack. He stared with concern at his friend. You sure about this, monl That's a long way down. Deeper than you've ever flown this girl.

What about the Vice President? Lawrence Nafe?

Charlie worked atop the submersible as it floated behind the Fathom, stomping around, visually checking seals, while Robert, in mask and snorkel, swam under the ship. Jack had done his own check, but his crew were taking no chances. Check everything twice, he had drilled into them.

What about the Vice President? Lawrence Nafe?

Close enough. We at least come to port every now and then.

Jack looked up at the Jamaican geologist. I'm going, Charlie.

Jack looked up at the Jamaican geologist. I'm going, Charlie.

Close enough. We at least come to port every now and then.

Check and check. Diving now he said dryly. He engaged the thrusters, the sub humming under him. He took on ballast and the Nautilus began to lower into the surf. The water line climbed up the dome, swamping over Jack's head.

And the Navy is the real world? Jack snorted.

Close enough. We at least come to port every now and then.

Alone, Jack sank into one of the seats. He wiped his damp palms on his trousers. The gravity of the situation began to press on him. For the first time in a decade, he sensed the eyes of the world again looking in his direction.

Jack shook his head. Listen, I appreciate your concern. I really do. But I'm almost forty years old, not a child to be coddled. Whether you believe it or not, I'm happy in my current life.

Houston released him and headed toward the door. I have a few last minute details to address, but help yourself to the sandwiches, Jack. The egg salad is especially good. Real eggs, not that powdered shit. The admiral gave him a tired smile, then left, closing the door behind him.

That's why I recruited you. Not just for your submersible. It's time you returned to the real world.

Alone, Jack sank into one of the seats. He wiped his damp palms on his trousers. The gravity of the situation began to press on him. For the first time in a decade, he sensed the eyes of the world again looking in his direction.

That's why I recruited you. Not just for your submersible. It's time you returned to the real world.

Check and check. Diving now he said dryly. He engaged the thrusters, the sub humming under him. He took on ballast and the Nautilus began to lower into the surf. The water line climbed up the dome, swamping over Jack's head.

'It's more than just the President, Jack. We've lost Presidents before. But never under such circumstances, in the middle of a worldwide catastrophe. As much as the rest of the world disparages the United States and its foreign policy, it still doesn't stop them from looking to us for leadership during a time of crisis-and now we are leaderless, rudderless.

And the Navy is the real world? Jack snorted.

Jack just stared, dumbfounded.

Lisa came on the radio. You're ready to go, Jack. The nervousness in her voice could not be hidden.

What about the Vice President? Lawrence Nafe?

Houston released him and headed toward the door. I have a few last minute details to address, but help yourself to the sandwiches, Jack. The egg salad is especially good. Real eggs, not that powdered shit. The admiral gave him a tired smile, then left, closing the door behind him.

Jack looked up at the Jamaican geologist. I'm going, Charlie.

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