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A #1 New York Times Bestselling Author -- Filled with the boundless invention unique to Clive Cussler, this is one of the most thrilling novels yet from the grand master of adventure...In the middle of the Indian Ocean, a NUMA research vessel is taking water samples at sunset when a crew member spots a sheen of black oil ahead of them. But it?s not oil. A swarm of black particles suddenly attacks the ship, killing everyone aboard while the ship goes up in flames. A few hours later, Kurt Austin and Joe Zavala are on their way there, and what they find will lead them to the most audacious scheme they have ever encountered.
have saved your father. You have saved your family.” “But my brothers and mother are dead,” Jinn cried. “No,” Khalif said. “They are in paradise, and we will go on, until we meet them one day.” Jinn did not react, he only stared and sobbed. A sound from the right turned Khalif. One of the bandits was alive and trying to crawl away. Khalif raised the curved knife, ready to finish the man, but then held himself back. “Kill him, Jinn.” The shaking boy stared blankly. Khalif stared back, firm
not,” Thalia said as she typed the readings into a small computer tablet. “But it’s definitely a pattern. Twenty-nine of the last thirty readings are off by at least two degrees.” “Could a storm have passed through here?” Kimo asked. “Dumping rain or hail that we aren’t accounting for?” “Nothing for weeks,” Halverson replied. “This is an anomaly, not a local distortion.” Thalia nodded. “Deepwater readings from the remote sensors we dropped are confirming it. Temperatures are way off, all the
slowed dramatically, but the etching continued until a pinprick had been bored through to the other side. In another minute or two the sand had reached the right edge of the aggregate and broken through. A trickle of water began, quickly accelerating. Soon the weight of the water behind the dam was forcing out a jet of liquid through the tiny gap. “This effect will be heightened in the real event,” Jinn said. “The weight of the water behind Aswan numbers in the trillions of tons.” Even in the
scent. Joe began to smell dust and moisture and the desert wet with rain. It reminded him of Santa Fe, where he’d grown up, when the dry season ended. Looking up, he realized the sky was a curtain of starless black. Moments later, rain began splattering the truck and the road around him. Joe heard thunder in the distance. As the trucks drove on, the shower intensified and the air grew cool and damp. To Joe’s surprise it wasn’t a passing shower but a steady soaking rain that continued to fall as
tunnel, far deeper in the dam, would destabilize the core, scouring out a tunnel in the heart of the structure. Eventually it would give way and a huge V-shaped section would collapse backward all at once. The flood would become a tsunami. In a way, General Aziz had done them a favor. Between the message about to be sent at Aswan and the actions Jinn was taking in the Indian Ocean, Sabah doubted any nation of the world would refuse their demands or dare to threaten them. Would the Americans be