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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.

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.

Jack nodded, standing also. Of course. It's Air Force One. The President.

Three hours later Jack found himself back on the Deep Fathom, but not for long. Dressed in his blue Norseman dry suit, he climbed into the cockpit of the Nautilus 2000, squeezing into the cramped seat. Once settled, he hooked up the Bio-Sensor monitors and attached his microphone. He ran down the predive safety checklist with Lisa, who was in the Fathom's pilothouse.

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

I see you at least keep abreast of current events out here, Houston teased lightly, but his voice quickly grew sober again. His brows knit with worry. Washington is screaming for answers. Before Nafe can be sworn in, we need to put the fate of President Bishop to rest. Already rumors are spreading. Some are claiming terrorists-Arabs, Russian, Chinese, Serbian, or even the I.R.A. Take your pick. Some are saying it's all a hoax. Some say it's a conspiracy tied to JFK The admiral shook his head. It's a friggin' mess. For order to be restored, we need concrete answers. We need a body we can bury with the usual pomp and ceremony. That's why we're here.

His former commander sighed and lifted his hands in surrender. You are a goddamn piece of work, Jack. He stood up. The briefing should be under way shortly. I suppose you understand the importance of our work here.

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

Jack froze in the man's embrace, unable to speak.

Jack froze in the man's embrace, unable to speak.

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

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

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

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

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

Okay, man. It's your funeral.

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

Jack just stared, dumbfounded.

On the drawing boards maybe, but this is real life. Hie ocean has a way of surprising you. She can be a real bitch.

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.

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.

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

Jack reached out and clasped the large man's hand. Then Charlie lowered the acrylic dome over Jack's head and screwed it into place. Once done, Charlie gave Jack a thumbs-up and dove off the sub, joining the marine biologist in the water as Jack finalized his checklist.

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