Black Silver by Wayne Abrahamson

Author:Wayne Abrahamson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Indigo River Publishing
Published: 2021-07-22T17:49:28+00:00

18

TERUMBU ISLAND, LATE JULY

Two hours later, three sweating forms crouched in the still jungle ten yards away from the rear wall of the makeshift laboratory. After making sure they were alone, Havok leaned over and whispered to his companions, “Ready to work off your Wheaties?”

“Oh, yeah,” Stone answered, “and that lovely twelve-hour siesta aboard the air-conditioned yacht did so much for my complexion.”

Havok had learned to ignore Stone. He knew Stone was as tough as two-month-old Arizona roadkill. Stone was just not happy unless he had something to complain about.

The men stood and stepped to the laboratory, carrying empty dive bags. Reaching the rear door, Stone pushed against its wooden double panel. The door opened just as Stone had said it would.

The three men filed into the building and closed the door behind them. Stone pulled a small LED flashlight with a red lens from his pocket, pushed against the small rubber switch at the end of its handle, and jammed it between his teeth. Under the weak dull-red glow they could see gray metal boxes stacked in a large square on the concrete floor in the center of the room and a workbench against the wall with empty containers on it.

Havok leaned his recovered rifle against the wall behind him. As a testimony to American arms manufacturers, the rifle was still operational, although the wooden stock was a bit gouged. He pulled a Phillips screwdriver from his waistline and stepped over to the boxes. They were one foot wide by one foot tall and three feet long. Four screws secured the lids, one at each corner. He used the screwdriver to remove one screw at a time from a box on the top layer of the stack. After pulling out the last screw, he carefully tugged at one end of the lipped cover, breaking its wax seal. He pulled back on the cover, and inside, two rows of ten green canisters stood upright, held tightly in place by foam packing. Havok selected one canister, hefting it in his hand. It weighed about eight pounds. He placed it back into the crate and, grabbing the crate’s end handles, placed the crate on the floor.

Now Stone and Manny started on their own boxes. The three men took care loading the canisters into the empty dive bags layer by layer. Within thirty minutes they had four bags fully loaded with death-laden containers. Leaving the bags alone for a minute, they replaced the covers of the boxes and restacked them as they had been. Before they screwed the lid on the last box, Stone pulled out a dive glove, a coil spring a little bigger than a finger, and a screw and washer.

“What’re ya doing with that?” Havok asked.

“You’ll see,” Stone replied as he went to the workbench and grabbed an empty container. Returning to the box, he placed the container inside, standing it up. Next, he unscrewed the lid and poured half a canteen of water into it. After screwing the lid

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