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oat he had seen steaming away from the coast； had anything to do with the television crew he was looking for。 Probably not。 The crew should be on its way to meet the NUMA survey ship Argo； not heading for this desolate stretch。
Austin was aboard the Argo as a deep…ocean consultant on loan from his duties as leader of NUMA's Special Assignments Team。 The other members of the team； Joe Zavala and Paul and Gamay Trout； had been given different and undemanding assignments in scattered projects around the globe。 NUMA director James Sandecker had insisted that they take working vacations after the team had crossed swords with the hired killers of a megacorporation that wanted to take over the freshwater resources of the world。 He had been particularly worried about Austin's attachment to the beautiful； brilliant Brazilian scientist who had sacrificed herself to bring down the conspiracy。
The Argo was in the Black Sea； collecting information on wave and wind action for an international data bank。 With his master's degree in systems management from the University of Washington and his vast practical knowledge as a diver and undersea investigator； Austin had been invaluable in helping to set up the sophisticated remote…sensing survey instruments。
As the cruise had gone on and systems were set in place； however； his expertise became less necessary。 He read some philosophy books he'd brought from his extensive library； but he started to grow bored and restless。 The ship seemed like a prison surrounded by a very wide moat。 Austin was aware that his psyche had been bruised and that Sandecker had his best interests at heart； but he needed strenuous physical and mental activity； not a cruise ship atmosphere。
The serious scientists aboard the ship had been grumbling about the impending visit from the TV crew。 They saw them as intruders who would interrupt their work with dumb questions。 The fact that they were from a tabloid show on a mission to find Noah's ark didn't add to their appeal。 Austin's outlook was the exact opposite。 He looked forward to their arrival as a diversion from his shipboard boredom。
The television people had been due that morning； but they'd never arrived and attempts to reach them by radio were unsuccessful。 After lunch； Austin had climbed to the wheelhouse to run an idea past the skipper。 The Argo's mander； Captain Joe Atwood； was clearly annoyed at the TV crew's failure to show up or contact his ship。 He'd paced from one side of the bridge to the other； scanning the sea with binoculars。 The Argo was supposed to be moving to another station； and the captain was unhappy about the delay。
〃Any word on our guests？〃 Austin said； although he knew from Atwood's dour expression what the answer would be。
Atwood scowled at his watch。 〃I think they're lost；〃 he declared sharply。 〃The next time those idiots in public affairs want me to entertain some crazy TV people； I'm going to tell them to stick their request where the sun don't shine。〃
The captain was in no mood to be told that the job done by NUMA's public affairs department in proclaiming the agency's acplishments helped loosen the congressional purse strings and attracted grants for projects like the Black Sea survey。
〃I've got a suggestion；〃 Austin volunteered。 〃I'm not busy。 What say I take a spin around the neighborhood and see if I can spot them？〃
The captain's frown dissolved into a knowing grin。 〃You're not fooling me； Austin。 You've wanted to get the Gooney into the air since the day you stepped aboard。〃
〃It would serve a dual purpose。 I could test…fly the bird and look for our wayward guests at the same time。〃 And it would be a perfect antidote for his developing case of cabin fever。
Atwood ran his fingers through his pale red hair。 〃Okay； pal。 Go for it。 But keep us appraised of your position every few minutes。 I've got enough trouble with those missing TV types。 I don't want to chase you allover the Black Sea as well。〃
Austin thanked the captain； and； with a noticeable spring in his step； went down to get the Gooney ready。 The ultralight seaplane had been developed as a way to extend a boat's visual reach。 The radar that most NUMA ships carried could pick up a gnat at ten miles； but at times there was no substitute for the human eye。 Joe Zavala； whose mechanical mind bordered on brilliant； had designed the aircraft。 Zavala had asked Austin to take the plane aboard the Argo to test it under real…life conditions； but the ship had been on the go for most of its mission and Austin had been reluctant to ask the captain for time to make a test flight。
The single…seat plane was named after the gooney bird； the nickname sailors gave the albatross； a seabird known for its exquisite beauty in flight； and clumsiness taking off and landing。 Austin inspected the aircraft in its deck hangar。 The stubby； ungainly appearance didn't bother him。 Austin had flown ultralights before； and what was important was stability and ease of operation。
The letters NUMA were painted in black on the side。 The flat…bottomed fiberglass hull had an upturned canoe nose； and fiberglass floats supported by aluminum struts hung from both sides of the hull。 Attached to the floats and flanking the hull was the manually operated retractable landing gear that allowed the Gooney to set down on waterways or runways。
The plane was hauled out onto the deck and its narrow； thirty…foot Dacron…covered wings were unfolded and locked in place。 Austin eased into the snug cockpit； and some of the Argo's crew pushed the Gooney down the ship's broad； slanting stem ramp into the sea。 Austin started the power plant； threw off the safety line and taxied to open water to get the feel of the controls。 The aircraft handled well on water； and he decided to see what it would do in the air。 He pointed the Gooney down an imaginary airstrip and gave it the throttle。
Powered by the pact forty…horsepower engine； the Gooney got on plane quickly with no skidding。 The aircraft skimmed the wave tops for about a hundred feet； then lifted into the air and climbed until it was above the survey ship。 Austin circled the Argo once； tipped his wings in salute； then headed in a line toward the Bosporus Strait that connected the Black Sea with the Mediterranean。 He reasoned that the TV people； based in Istanbul； would be ing from that direction。
The Rotax two…stroke； twin…cylinder engine driving the rear…mounted propeller could push the blunt…nosed plane at a top speed of sixty…five miles per hour。 Not exactly supersonic； but the plane handled like a dream； turning； climbing and diving without a hint of a stall。 Austin felt as free as the seabirds he'd seen wheeling high above the Argo in search of scraps from the galley。 He flew at about a thousand feet； an altitude that allowed him to see miles in every direction； cruising at fifty…five miles per hour。 The five…gallon tank gave the plane a range of about one hundred and fifty miles。
The air was as clear as fine crystal； and the bright sun cast a silvery sheen on the rippled surface of the water。 He set up a rough search pattern； running a series of parallel lines that would cover the greatest amount of territory in the shortest time。 The TV people had sent a short radio message before they'd left Istanbul； requesting the Argo's position and giving their estimated time of arrival。 They said they would be traveling on a fishing boat。 Austin saw a number of trawlers； but none appeared to be on a direct course for the Argo。
The back…and…forth flight pattern quickly used up his fuel。 He was down to a third of a tank； enough to get back to the ship with a narrow margin of error。 He checked his pass and was about to turn back to the ship； when he spotted the wake of a boat approaching the Russian coast at a high rate of speed。 Curiosity got the best of him； and he decided to make a swing close to land。 He brought the Gooney down so that he was flying less than five hundred feet over the water； and had almost caught up with the boat when suddenly it was caught by a wave and flipped over。
As Austin circled； pondering his next step； he noticed that the capsized inflatable was behaving oddly。 Although it was caught in the pull of waves； it was moving toward shore at an angle。
Austin picked up his microphone and clicked the On button。
〃Gooney to NUMA ship Argo。 e in； please。〃
〃Argo here。〃 Austin recognized the voice of the ship's captain。 〃How's the little seabird handle？〃 Atwood said。
〃Like a trained pterodactyl。 She practically flies herself。 I'm just along for the ride。〃
〃Glad to hear that。 Any sign of those unbelievable TV idiots from Unbelievable Mysteries？〃
Keeping his eye on the boat below； Austin said； 〃The only mystery out here is an overturned Zodiac。 I saw some people hanging on to it； but they're gone。〃
〃What's your position？〃
〃I'm right off the coast。〃 Austin scanned a craggy point of land that jutted into the sea。 〃I'm looking at some medium…high sea cliffs； with a beach and dunes in between them。 There's a rock profile on a headland that reminds me of Admiral Sandecker's profile。 Beard and all。〃
〃I'll ask the navigator。 He's sailed these waters hundreds of times。〃 After a pause； the voice came back。 〃That's Imam's Point。 Supposedly the face of an old holy man。〃
〃The boat's drifted into the surf line。 Too rough for me to set down at sea。〃
〃What do you want us to do？〃
〃I'm going down for a peek。 I'm going to need help if I find anyone。 The Gooney wasn't made to carry passengers。〃
〃We're on our way。 ETA in about an hour。〃
〃Roger。 Will land and see if I can find a bar that serves decent Stoli martini。〃
Austin clicked off the mike and checked the boat again。 He smiled tightly。 He hadn't been imagining things。 Three swimmers had broken away from the Zodiac and were stroking toward the beach。
The ultralight landed best into the wind； which was ing off the water。 Austin dropped down to a hundred feet and headed toward shore； setting his sights on a long rolling dune overlooking the beach。 He intended to make a U…turn over the dune and bring the aircraft down lightly onto the sand。
The Gooney flew over the figures struggling through the surf。 The swimmers were making good progress； riding the crests to save their strength。 Austin had a brief glimpse of some low…lying buildings inland； but a brilliant flash of light from the ground caught his eye。 The Gooney could turn on a dime。 Taking advantage of its quick handling； Austin pushed the rudder control。 The plane seemed to spin in midair； and he had a clear view of the shallow valley behind the dune。
Hidden behind the dune were a dozen mounted men spread out in a single line with swords held high in the air。 The silvery…red brightness Austin had seen was the sun reflecting off the sword blades。 The Gooney's sudden and noisy appearance startled the horses； however； and they milled around in fright while the riders fought to bring them under control。 Austin only caught a glimpse of the scene as he passed directly overhead； then he was above the beach again。 The swimmers were only moments from shore。
Suddenly； pieces of Dacron began flyin
