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Michael was thankful that the exfiltration was uneventful, but that was the only good thing.
Trisha waited on the abandoned oil derrick that they’d identified as a rendezvous point. They hadn’t dared risk radio traffic. By now, every frequency was being monitored. Azeri patrol boats were circling the wreckage near shore and hunting for any watercraft.
To lighten the load of the May, they stripped the ammunition cans out of the backseat and the weapons off the external mounts. They loaded it all into the submarine.
Bill pointed the sub northeast and set it for a slow descent. He rode it down for the first minute to make sure it was on track before surfacing himself and swimming back to the derrick.
In three hours, twenty kilometers away and a hundred meters down, a demolition charge
