Mac Travis Adventures BoxSet by Steven Becker

Author:Steven Becker [Becker, Steven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: White Marlin Press
Published: 2018-10-08T22:00:00+00:00

Hawk came on deck just as they turned toward Wood’s place. He looked at Mac. “We’re going to stop so you can get your gear. That’s it. No screwing around.” He took Alicia’s arm and dragged her toward the cabin door. “Don’t forget about this,” he said, holding the controller in his free hand.

Mac saw the fear in her eyes before Hawk pushed her inside. He tried to put it out of his mind, focusing his attention on Ironhead, watching him as he picked his way through the shallows, easily finding the cut channel. They coasted up to the piling, and Mac jumped off. He splashed through the waist-deep water and started toward the shore, but his foot caught something, causing him to fall. It was the old cable from the boom. Pushing forward, now totally wet, he gained the small beach and followed the trail to the clearing. Ignoring Ironhead, who was about ten feet behind him, he entered the shed and started tossing gear on the floor.

“Come on. Just grab it all,” Ironhead said, standing in the doorway.

Mac found a mesh bag and started stuffing the dive gear into it. He looked around as he packed, trying to find anything he could include that could later be used as a weapon, but there was nothing that wouldn’t be obvious. He knew Ironhead was a skilled diver and would catch anything at all out of place.

“What are we diving?” he asked, picking up an old dive computer.

“You won’t be needing that. We’ll be using rebreathers with side-mount tanks for decompression and backup,” he said.

Mac set down the computer but picked up a compass attached to a retractable lanyard that sat next to it. Ironhead watched but didn’t say anything as he tossed it into the bag.

With no reason to delay and an idea forming in his head, he closed the zipper and rose, slinging the heavy bag over his shoulder. He left the shed and started down the trail.

“Here, take this,” he said, handing the bag to Ironhead. “I’ve got something over here.” Without giving him a chance to react, he took a small path to the right and found himself in a clearing. He went right for the winch, hoping the years of neglect had not frozen the mechanism. The last time he knew it had been used was a dozen years ago, during a chase, when Wood had used it to disable the boat of a crazy German couple colluding with a high-ranking government official to find oil out in the backcountry. Mac almost laughed remembering when some had thought the Keys were the next great American oil field. Now, with the production in the Dakotas, that was a distant memory. A quick look back confirmed he was alone, and he released the latch, allowing the cable to free-spool. The clicking sound would alert Ironhead if he used the ratchet to maintain the tension.

Initially he was discouraged when the cable didn’t move, but the handle broke free, and the slack started coming in.

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